New Day

With blue skies painted with white clouds above me, I turn to the left and gaze at the green leaves pulling away from the trees in the wind. The air is soft, clean and refreshing with the water gushing through the narrow and rocky stream. Dead leaves sail down the stream avoiding the many leaves that are wrecked along the rocks and fallen tree branches. Sunlight shines on the water trickling off the stream creating fairy dust and, healing the herbs growing from the rich soil of the forest. Ruffling leaves in the wind are the forest’s orchestra and are the soothing rhythm in which my troubles are taken away. Bright yellow and purple flower accented with white spots bloomed brightly as they peek out to look at the sun. Vivid green frogs jumping from rock to rock and then diving into the cool stream water is the parade of the early morn. With my back laid on the turgid dark green grass and hand behind my head, I begin to soak up the early morning sun to prepare myself for the chores of the day.