The sun streams through the shades
a gentle breeze kisses my cheek
my eyes slowly open
a cloudburst greets my eyes
new day dawning
possibility rising
green trees swaying outside my window
wind blowing leaves
calling me to rise up and dance.


Joy Weese Moll said…
Beautiful! Reminds me to dance today -- I hope you're day is dancing, too!

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