Poetic Traces 

I awake to a stillness, a calm

My restitution leaves me relaxed

Bird calls and wings fluttering

 are the musical sounds that fill my ears
Off I the distance a plethora of sound 

Emanate toward me. 

This is heaven.  
Tranquil, yet mesmerizing 

I could listen for hours

As I drink in the aromas

And glean from what my eyes behold 
The Purity of nature

Is donned and cloaked 

in the sweet drenching 

Earthiness our home. 
I map out and trace

The serenity in how I feel

An aphrodisiac of sorts 

we all respond to the call

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