Settled in, cup of tea in hand;

The chair gently sways beneath.

A warm sip trails down her throat.

The mist before her begins to lift

And the world comes to life.

Blue ridges off in the distance

Green trees rustle near by.

A bluebird flits from limb to limb

While a warbler sings to the side.

Yellow, white, orange and purple…

Clumps of wildflowers dance.

The mist lifts revealing skies so blue.

The birds fall quiet as the day begins.