As I stood under the velvety blue and white clouds
I saw eagles taking their morning rounds
Leaves dancing to the rhythm of breeze
And trees swaying all in a row
Men and Women of all sorts
Tall and short
Young and old
Different colors and different shapes
Running and rushing towards
What it takes
Just to keep them awake.

1 Comment

  1. Jaya Avendel says:

    The opening lines drag me straight into the imagery of this poem! ❤

    Liked by 1 person

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