Alive

Alive

A new day was arising

The sun called to me

The world was alive

Dew covered the grass

Like tear drops of joy

A new day was arising

The sky was blue

Without a single cloud

The sun called to me

My toes squished in the dirt

I smelled the lilies of the valley

The world was alive

Now, granted, this is less than my favorite poem. But! I do like where I mind went as I wrote it. Read it over a few times... due to the form, I had a very limited number of words, but if you read in between the lines, I hope you can explore the world of new spring described in this poem.

I imagined waking up, and seeing the sun shining through my open window, getting up, walking, to find myself outside, barefooted. For some reason, I'm wearing some sort of nightgown... I don't wear nightgowns. They're gross. But for the sake of day dreaming, I'm wearing one... My toes are in the dirt, sinking in beside all the fresh flowers sprouting up from the mist-covered ground... there is a field, and as I turn my upraised face to the right, I see it. Lilies galore. I breathe. Peace fills the moment. Spring is here. The world is alive.

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