The Morning

January 11, 2011
By Emily Ball BRONZE, Mequon, Wisconsin
Emily Ball BRONZE, Mequon, Wisconsin
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The sun just barely peaking out,
A glimpse of the vibrant bronze on the horizon,
Begins to shine its force on the start of a new day.

The delicate blue eyes flutter open the first beam of sunlight hits their face,
Squinting their eyes like a new born, adjusting to the light,
Chirping in delight, awakening others from their coma of sleep,
Soar into the air, whoosh, as they fly by.

I awake, the cheerful songs of the birds floating through my window,
My seasonal alarm clock.

I step outside and rest my eyes on what the night has brought,
The grass is dotted with drops of dew, reflecting like mirrors in the sunlight
The air is clammy, the humidity and dampness linger in the air.
Fog covers the glass and I draw a smile on the window.

I inhale the coffee beans, their aroma whirling into the air
The steam fills my face as I take a sip and sigh in tranquility.
The smell awakens my senses for the start of the day.

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