Wake, Dance, Live.

I wake to blue birds,
their song as pure as silk
no sorrow or tears just beautiful melody.

I sleep to the wind,
slowly stirring the trees
grabbing on to everything afraid of being lonely.

I dream to the sky,
so blue and true
fluffy white clouds splattered random
like fresh morning dew.

I write to the earth,
that squishes between my toes
as I dance and prance in the rain.

I dance to the stars,
tiny dots in the sky
painted by the magic of one mans brush.

I live in the glory
of the nature around me
the birds and trees,
wind and stars,
the sky and earth.
For without it all
I wouldn't be me.