I wake up to a misty morning
Not that I am an early bird
But it felt as though the mist
Was waiting for me
The warmth of the sun
Trying to embrace me
Gently maneuvering its way
Through the dense canopy above me
I have walked this route many a times
Always in a hurry
Because the time is ticking
Now I enter a world of timelessness
Overlooking the maddening chaos
That passes by me
I stand here in stillness
For things may come and things may go
But not the clear blue sky,
The mist, the warmth of the sun and the cool breeze
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