Morning

In the park

An early sun

Light floods in, warmth

tags along,

landing on my skin

And the wind

Moves sweetly, a breeze

That has steadied its pace

And the air smells of joy,

and peace, and grace

So sugared that it settles

Into a summer scent,

My time spent

On lying in the soft, dewy grass

Each blade a different shade of green

And I bask

In the belonging,

Responses to each question

I could ask

Seeping into me like the rays of sun

As I let myself become

A piece of this peaceful morning

We are one

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Inspiration:

When the warm weather came, I became obsessed with the park. It was so green, so comfortable, so calm and beautiful. I started going there at least twice a day, and one morning while I was lying in the grass, I wrote this poem.

It starts out with me noticing all of the different elements of what’s around me, and by the end I’m expressing how I now feel like I’m a PART of this morning. It goes from standing apart from it, just observing, to becoming one with the scene.

Thanks for reading! If you like this, check out more of my poetry posts!