| Morning Glory Gently I close the door stepping barefoot on the grass, ...it tickles! I love the feeling of cold dew caressing my skin like a lover's touch! In the cool mountain air my warm breath mingles with the mist, an eerie picture from a fairy tale As I walk, trees come in focus from behind the mist their arms reaching gently touching my face, embracing me. Here, on that rock I sit quiet not to disturb, Waiting for nature to wake up as birds sing their love songs The rising sun's , liquid gold rays are streaming through the trees, Nature's amazing show coming to life, precious gems sparkle on the grass sprinkled from the faeries' hands. Fragrant wild flowers and pine trees are caressing my senses Emerald lake below' still asleep under the misty cover, the loons its only singers. It is heaven , a wonderful creation, amazing colors ecstasy for the eyes. I draw my strength from nature's healing powers, its timeless beauty music for my soul photography by Russ Sawdon |
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