Just Gone Five On A Mid-Spring Morn.

It was just gone five on a mid-spring morn.  I strolled to the top of our garden.  And to the north east, I looked, so longingly and listened, so carefully.  I watched the gentle swaying of newly budded trees.  Sweet songs of morning birds, enchanted with their call. 

To the north west, through the branches on the tree, I saw the sleepy town, noted the rolling hills.  

And on this magical morn, resplendent colours of a Pieris bush, a "Forest Flame", dazzled proudly in the early light.

The wee folks looked so happy.  The solar lamp wind chime now had its pride of place.  The breeze whooshed by.  The windmill spun.  The wind chime played a nature's tune.

Back inside and beyond the window, beyond the picket fence, beyond the wee folks, the windmill, the wind chimes, the eerie mist of magic, a foreground to the pink tinged sky.  Soon the sun would rise above the eastern horizon.  Symbolic of hope in this green and pleasant land.  

Embracing The Ambience.

I sat on the sofa and absorbed the view, that snuggles in my mind, through a rain splashed window.  Tis a sight to behold, that wondrous tree, tree of tinted brown and orange leaves.  I listened to the garden's symphony.  And the wind, such gentle, playful wind, danced merrily through creaking branches and rustling leaves.  The rhythm, the music of nature, the orchestra of wind, trees and the tap, tap, tap of the rain, that cascaded upon yonder window, created such tranquil melody.   What a beautiful world we live in.

And thus, this early November day, was transforming into night.  The sun, that glorious glowing orb, bid a fond farewell and drifted away.  Drifted away to that magical place where the earth, the sky and our star, meet as one.  I lit a candle.  A symbolic beacon of hope.  Hope that one day, we all live in a world full of peace and joy.

It was now very late.  I stared at the eerie shadows cast upon the wall.  The pendulum swung back and forth. Soothing music absorbed my senses, and I travelled.  Travelling through thoughts, destined to arrive at that place called happy memories.   Calmness immersed me, washed over me, like a tender wave from tropical seas.   It was such a lovely evening.

It was now a new morning.  Outside my kitchen window I noted the quiet hush of a sleepy town.  I looked at the street lamps through rain splashed window.  Each lamp, a ghostly, glowing apparition.  Soon sleep would beckon me, call my name.   Time to sleep and dream beautiful dreams of the day just gone.
A positive environment starts from within.  I have been embracing the ambience, the wonder and the marvel, that life presents to me, in so many enchanting ways.  I hope you do the same.