Sun atop the trees on blessed cozy mornings where squirrels play with abandon,
pleasant scents of coffee brewing and wafting,
waking up my sleepy mind.
Lush herbs grow from the seeds I sowed some time ago,
Life permeates into soul.
In between the rustle of the trees and birdsong,
a pair of eyes close in thankfulness,
slowly, unhurried, in its own pace,
A new day unravels again.