I can feel the
light show
I can see the
wind blow
I can hear the
sunrise
And slowly open
the resisting slits of my eyes
I can see the trees
grow
I can hear the
water flow
I sense the sun
as it sits up
And feel dew-heavy
grass growing life on its warming blades
I hear darkness
decline
I can see the flowers
rhyme
Constant back-noise,
waves at my window
As I touch the crawling
insects and breeze-blown leaves silently below
Nature’s light
show starts another day
As its clock
strikes my window sill
Slow release, early,
the morning silent still, curtains caressing
The birds are
back and smiling
And the
headlands wave-filled sandy day is dressing
