Chloe Peterson

As dew drops softly on grass, the sun rising warms the path ahead

It’s pastel colors shining to make way for the alluring busy birds work day

They muster their strength for forging for food and shelter

Extending their crooked wings to take flight they must leave their young for the day

Meanwhile humans are gently awakening to the sweet songs of birds

The sweet smell of dead leaves and the brisk morning air gets everyone up

The bittersweet taste of coffee motivates us to get ready for the day

Gentle whispers and movements of making breakfast wake the pets up

Pets whining loudly for food drowns the morning bustle of the world

While a quiet morning indeed, we do not stop to hear the music of the world

With little time we do have, we do not waste it

Rushing around carelessly each morning for our workday ahead

We simply cannot comprehend the intense beauty of the world without realizing our own.

We after all are only skulls and bones and know what we are suppose to know