I love the morning quiet
How all you hear are the birds chirping
in the trees without the sounds of
busy traffic and police cars
I love the cool morning air
Fresh and crisp and so dry it
burns your nose a little
I love the stillness in the trees
Like the calm before the windstorm that lives in the valley
I love how no matter where you are
you can always see the snow-capped mountains
emerging in the skyline
I love how no matter what time it is
you can always see the moon in the sky
Like she just couldn’t bear
to disappear for the day, so she stayed
to admire the sun’s work
I love the clouds
and the buzz lightyears in the sky
and how sometimes
you can’t tell the difference between the two
Does it ever fade away?
The childlike wonder I have for my homeland?
Does it ever fade away?
Like scenes passing in a car window?
Or does it stay with you?
Reminding you who you are when life makes you forget.
