Awakening Poetry

Welcome to Little Oaks

Photo by Azimbek Assarov on Unsplash

This morning she woke up
As if from a long deep sleep
The sunshine tingling her face
With warm soft rays

This morning she woke up
To the call of a rooster
Announcing the day to come
With vigor and with joy

This morning she woke up
To a view of palm trees
Softly swaying in the breeze
With majesty and calm

This morning she woke up
To the sound of horses neighing
And throbbing their hoofs in dirt
Filled with enthusiasm

This morning she woke up
Surrounded by growth
Of fresh, young wood
With flexibility to adapt

Welcome to Little Oaks
Where energy flows