a soft and quiet morning

Up with the choir birds.

A soft and quiet morning.

Anticipating sunshine.

Ready to vacate the premises.

And witness.

Everything absorbing and responding.

With colour.

With intricately choreographed movements.

It’s a social light.

Your company is waiting.

Outside wild and perfect.

The answers hanging loosely from old, wise branches.

Just step into the greening.

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