Leaves reaching to high five the sky,

Glares from the sun, waving to drivers, whispering hi.

A pavement groans, underneath tires and pebbles,

The dance grass makes when the wind lifts its spirits.

Clouds in a rush, bustling past each other energetically,

A blue sky hides behind cotton billows.

These are where birds chirp greetings.

This is how a beautiful morning starts.

Reminded by nature of a life worth living.

This is why I live in the countryside.

Written for January 10-day Poetry Camp (Day 2) by undoubtedlymine