Morning Haze

My eyes opened slowly as i woke from my sleep. The night before i closed the blinds, but the bright sun found a way through. It shot warm beams of light on to my tiresome eyes. I gave up on sleep and got out of bed. I grabbed my blanket, went down stairs and walked out the front door. The ground was cold under the soles of my feet. A butterfly flew gracefully past my face. I followed it with my eyes. It seemed to kiss the air as it flutterd out of sight. I stepped off the stone path and my feet felt the cool glistening grass that swayed with the wind. The birds sang a sweet tune. The woodpecker pecked away trying to make a home in an old maple tree. I climbed onto a tree and sat on one of its kind branches. A lady bug crawled onto my motionless finger. It seemed to rest a moment before spreading its wings and flew away. I look to the sky, saw all the tree's intertwined branches and decided to climb some more. I climbed as high as i could to the top of the tree. The sky so blue and the clouds so white, I guess that brings a whole new meaning to "head in the clouds".

Reviews

[Mary Fioratti]

Awwwww what a sweet story, Hannah! You write so well, and so colorful, that I can see you in your description.
Kisses
*Mary*

[Seshat Nidaba]

This is like deja-vu! Didn't I read something quite like this before! Was it yours? I must admit, I don't tire of this sort of thing.

This awakening to nature themes is rich, it's rich beyond compare!