Resting on the green.
staring up at the sky.
orange bird rests for a
moment then flies away.
Warm sun.
Cool breeze.
Geese squawking
in the distance.
A ray of sunlight shines
through, breaks the
darkness in my soul.
Joy is lifted.
“When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.”
― Rumi