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Morning Ritual

The morning ritual
 
The air is heavy  
Deep deep lung filling breaths
The scents overwhelming
The sounds, a musical orchestra
To ones ears
 
The sights are simple, yet,
A natural beauty, all on their own
These are the thoughts  
That float aimlessly through  
The empty cavern
That I foolishly call my mind
It
being vacant of anything important
 
Just like the missing clouds
That no longer float in  
The deep deep blue filled sky
And the warm morning sun
Casting long shadows  
As it greets yet another new day
 
The wild Irish yellow furze  
stand out more majestically
Than any grand giant redwood tree
Surrounded by the heavy smell of overgrown
 Dew covered heather
 
The now spring shallow river
Tinkles quietly in the background
Like gentle butterfly wings  
As it flows gently, on its way by  
The birds sing out above
To me alone below
 
In their aphrodisiac filled tunes
As I and, my mongrel slowly make my way home
For that much wanted  
Morning cup of tea
Written by Whyme
Published
Author's Note
As you can tell, this was written a while back.
It's what I do each morning. Go for a walk, when the weather is fine, nice and sunny, its mostly about 5.30 /6 am, or early spring.
My dog, buster, half lab, half sheepdog, getting old now.
Ten years and turning grey, like myself.
It's probably the first thing I do after getting dressed, take him out for his walk.
No cars, quite small country road. Not a human made sound to be heard.
But the poem describes the rest of it.
Enjoy 💜💜
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