The Beauty Of My Childhood

I am from morning dew cold against small bare feet
and birds chirping a beautiful song
From nature that sounds like the most beautiful orchestra

I've ever heard, opening my tired eyes to the world.
From a carpet of dandelions dancing with the wind.
I am from soft green grass and innocent blue eyes
yearning to watch the sunrise.

From watching the sun paint the sky in red, orange, and yellow streaks.
From squinting as the sun sparkled on a fresh blanket of fluffy, white snow.
I am from campfire stories and long starry nights.

From watching the sunset and a full moon rise from behind the stars.
From whispering the moon a good night and closing my eyes.
I am from a little seed, but now I am a flower.

Poem written by: Jennyfer M. Patterson
Picture by: www.pixabay.com