A hot cup of java,
On a cold wintery morning,
Sipping and staring at the bay.
Watching snowflakes,
Melt on the branches,
As it drips,
Into the shadowy stream.
Glancing at the sunrise,
While the birds whistle
And sing, like a melody,
With hymns.
I feel the cool crisp air on my skin,
As I’m lost in the moment,
Without a care in the world,
Just being.