One-A-Day May: Day 3

eyes shut, arms out, face up towards the sky. i feel the warm sun rays beat down on me; feel the summer's wind at my back. tall grasses bend in the breeze, sway in perfect time to the birds' happy chirpping. the dancing flowers spread their fragrance throughout my meadow; spread their beauty throughout nature. birds fly in and out of the nearby forest; their songs in and out of my head. the symphony of life enchants me and takes me up to a better place. bright, midday sun streams down through the cloudless sky. brilliantly blue, it is a miracle in itself. it houses the sun, moon, stars. it plays host to birds, bugs, occasionally us. it finds a way to sing, even when our hearts are silent stones.

One-A-Day May: Day Two

sparks of light break through the smooth, gray sky; minature spotlights on nature's beauty. sun's rays split open the clouds and illuminate my meadow. grass shines gold-silver; tiny water drops on the blades reflect light. flowers open up their welcome arms to the warmth radiating down from above. birds fly out of their roosts in the trees, sing their sweet melodies now that the storm is over. rabbits peek out of their burrows; check to see if the coast is clear. the ring of trees surrounding my meadow sways in perfect time to the music of the wind. the clouds break up completely just as the sun starts to set. gold-orange rays paint the sky; shadows elongate; life waits in sleep for tomorrow.

One-A-Day May: Day One

thunder crashes down around me; the humid air sticks to my skin. i smell the moisture in the air and know that rain is imminent. gray clouds show their warning; heavy rain drips down from above, splashing down on the trees' leaves, the spring flowers' pedals, the dirt turning into mud. birds and bugs are silent as they watch the rain in enchanment. all is still as i stand in my meadow and feel the precipitation roll off my skin; arms spread wide to welcome this much needed water. a gentle breeze directs the stream falling down from above. the downpour steadily turns into a soft pitter-patter, a drizzle, a fine mist frosting all of nature. the gray clouds part, revealing sun that turns the rain into nothing but a memory; a memory lost in time.