The sun peeks
the clouds sneak
We reach
We teach
They fly
no why’s
sweet sounds
mingle
tingle
morning birds
know why…
Cadence of sound
surrounds
light breezes
caressing
sweet morning
with joe
and the journal
a good pen
hovers and molds
waits to be told
stories unfold
words
flow
or drip,
its always
a trip…