Morning Light In the morning light, every blade of grass becomes a poem, and the world, a canvas waiting to erupt in colors. I stand awash in glory, nature’s brush filling each crease with an awakening that stirs even the wildest heart.
- Robert Bly
Morning Light In the morning light, every blade of grass becomes a poem, and the world, a canvas waiting to erupt in colors. I stand awash in glory, nature’s brush filling each crease with an awakening that stirs even the wildest heart.