"Wonder why the sky's the color it is today,why the blue jays stopped coming in to play.
Oh, mama, can you tell me why the wind calls
the leaves into a circle up above the sidewalk?"
Every morning, when I wake up, thoughts flood my mind. I wonder why the sky is sometimes clear and sparkling with different shades of blue, while other mornings pink and orange shine behind a black mountain. To me, it seems that nature has a way of adapting to one's emotions. A leaf dotted with frozen dew on a chilly winter morning can ignite a sense of wonder into you. It can conjure up images of warm things and warm people. A thorny branch that caught your leg on a blistering August afternoon, will forever serve a reminder of summers past, because there will always be that nearly invisible scar just above the ankle; the one that only you can see.
I often find myself wondering about the silence of the early morning. I think of the stillness of the grass and the crawling earthy things that haven't come up to enjoy the day yet, and of the people still inside their houses. Though I may not be a morning person, I am an observer, and I see many things that most do not notice. So, maybe next time, instead of stopping to smell the flowers, take a good look. There's beauty all around you, from the sidewalk all the way to the bird's nest in the tree top.