Gokotta

Just before the break of dawn

I rise.

Just before my morning coffee

I walk.

Crisp, still air caresses my face;

I breathe.

Sweet, melodious calls echo and

I stand.

Moonlight filters softly through leaves;

I gaze.

Soft, lucious grass tickles my feet as

I dance.

The smell of spring toys with my memory;

I smile.

Deep, rich colors permeate the sky as

I sit.

Warmth begins to grace the land around

me and, as I close my eyes and lift my

face, as the breeze lifts and twirls my

hair, as the world awakens,

I find peace.

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