A Spring in My Step

Cerulean Heaven's high above me.
Dewy grass and damp soil beneath my feet.
Zephyr's cool, sweet breath against my skin;
the lightest touch of fingertips tangled in my hair

Bird songs plays from the leafy boughs
gently dancing in the subtle breeze.
Warm sunlight embraces me as the dawn arrives
to bless my eternal Eden, "Good Morning."