Spring Morning

Its days like these that make me stop and think and appreciate nature and life itself. When the sun shines down the way it does on a warm sunny spring morning I feel a sense of tranquility, and can simply close my eyes and feel content. Walking down my road I can smell all kinds of life blossoming around me. The trees are budding, and wild flowers are growing everywhere. The grass is getting long enough to mow, and a mowed lawn is one of the freshest pleasant scents I have ever smelled. You can feel the quietness, knowing that most people are inside their houses, just waking up, probably drinking their coffee and eating breakfast. The new day is peaceful and fresh, even the birds are waking up, chirping and singing to praise the new day. Everything is so pretty and gentle, and makes me feel whole.

 I feel like one piece to the world, as if it’s a puzzle, because everything is so perfectly fitting. The only flaws I can think of the asphalt that makes my road, or the houses. Sometimes I like to think of what it would be like if it was just a dirt road and the only house around was mine, but then again, in some way the houses make fit together even more perfectly, with all the different colors and shades of the houses, their box shapes and clean landscaping. It is like a children’s storybook picture that was drawn very carefully, by an artist who took his time to draw every little detail with much love and thought in hopes of making the reader drift away into the picture, feeling like they are there in the story. It is perfect.

I want to be here.

I want to be here.

NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY