One Sunday Morning

Morning perspiration trickles off the leaves,
The early birds head bobbing in the grass.
Another light of the day to see, clear, quiet, calm, alone.
Sitting on my deck, coffee in hand, warm fuel to begin.
A cool circulation of air dances on my face, each breath
refreshing,
No worries, no thoughts , no cell just me.
Happy to be alive and thankful.
Appreciate the simplicity of nature and all its beauty.
Tomorrow we can die.