My morning is my time.
My time to be alone.
My time to be at peace.
Watching the stars dissipate as the sun fills the sky
with wondrous and soft colors
as if it is leaving already.
But it is only just beginning.
I get up before the birds do
so I can listen to sound gradually fill my morning.
First, the wind fills the trees, bringing them to life.
As the trees dance and the sun fills their crevices.
The sky brings itself to a soft lavender,
awakening the birds and their soft songs.
Next, the cars swiftly sail down the road.
I sip my OJ and eat my breakfast.
But when the alarm clocks fill the hallways...
I prepare myself.
