Shakespeare [ Poetry ]

10| Mornings

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Mornings

A poem about sunflowers and golden rays of sunlight....

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I woke up that one morning, the sun not even awake, as I made my way down the path, that would lead me somewhere. The water was running down the stream with care and anger, I kept on walking until I found what I was looking for, a clearing in the woods, sunflowers growing tall, I sat and I thought and I walked and I found and I treasured and I seeked, I looked and I saw. I heard and I talked. This was the way the wind moved, the way the sky moved. And the leaves rustled. The way the earth sunk, the way the rocks flew, this was a natural thing, this was the way the woods worked, I looked and felt. I sat and looked upon the sky like it danced in the clouds and moved with the universe. This was how it worked, it's like they say the star's are infinite, "does this mean the world is infinite?" Please tell me so, like a rose I was still, as I sat in wonderland.

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[ authors note ]

This Is a piece about how we can make our own wonderland and can bloom like flowers all we need is a little imagination and creativity and maybe someday you can make your own wonderland.