Beauty of the morning
Walking outside
the only one awake
or so you think
no one else is moving
still air for only you to breathe
each step you make is heard
but by only you of course
you could scream so loud
run around in circles
and it would only be you who hears
you can go about your business
alone
completely secluded
that is the beauty of the morning
crisp air rubbing itself up and down your leg
prickling your nose until you scrunch it up against your face
you can taste the spring time
stick out your tongue
and stare at it
until you go cross eyed
laugh at yourself a little
experience the mindfulness
you are the morning
the morning is you
we are together
that is the beauty of the morning