The Porch Swing Morning

I gaze out amongst the nature that surrounds me,

The thought that runs through my mind urges me to remember every

small, minute detail.

The sound of the birds chattering on the roof above me,

The smell of home whispers sweet nothings

I take in the shades of blues and greens that are before my eyes

I think of how unfortunate it is that the beauty of this one perfect

serene scene

of peace and harmony

will eventual fade into a distant memory

will one day be contemplated whether it be dream or reality

I look out to the weeping willow

An old tree, one that has seen her fair share of storms but stands tall

I find comfort in knowing despite her appearances she is content in her age.

Aware of her wisdom in comparison to the freshly planted flowers that surround her base

The vast contrast of the circle of life

grass everywhere full and free

some spots longer than others.

Some spots greener than others

But still the willow,

she does her best to protect as many as she can from the incoming heat above.

Each living hundreds of lives over and over again

their cycle will continue if not on this earth

then in my memory.