By Eric J. Denten

Calm waters float ashore,
to wake the sleeping shells.
Awakened by the cold hand of water,
they rise to invite others.

Soaring through the dead sky,
escaping the dark pits,
the sky illuminates life,
brightening the world.

The forest quietly unrolls its vines,
wrapping softly to small peaceful waterfalls.
Ferns reaching with their long arms,
to grasp the warm feeling of life.

Inhaling air and dead sediments,
flushing out to all.
Fresh air kissing while it passes by.

Forgotten pasts,
new day,
starting over,
good morning. . .

Submitted By butterfly

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