My World Wakes

There is a whisper at dawn

The first echoes across the savannah

There is a small sigh as the day breaks

There in the woodland, beneath the coral trees

A flash of colours, blending of bodies

Nothing more than leaves and shadows

Secrets on the breeze, filling my soul

Touch and sparkle, cinnamon light

It smells like freedom, it smells like home

Like the first day of spring, like the blessed day of summer

Like the comfort found in winter, like the living amber of fall

So many tomorrows, not enough todays

Memories of yesterday stored like treasures

Dawn has come upon the savannah

Far beyond the borders of reality my world wakes

copyrighted images and poem


About Shemer

Author who loves reading, writing, horse riding, archery, books, dancing and many other things. Fulltime Soldier and part-time wildlife management student who loves to do adventurous things and explore the real world or books in her spare time.
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One Response to My World Wakes

  1. Mapalo says:

    how I long for the fresh breeze, lungs filling with air so fresh you can taste it. I long for home…

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