As I walk this morning
thoughts circulate
of messages to be sent,
masterpieces to be composed,
inspirations to be read.
But the morning sun is casting
filtering rays upon my stride,
warming my legs.
Birds are offering up
celestial songs,
their spirits calling to mine.
The joy of new beginnings.
The rain has passed.
The world is aglow
with indescribable radiance.
The message is for me.
The masterpiece surrounds me
impacting me deeply through
warmth embracing my body,
music flooding my soul.
The inspiration is here.
I join in the song,
united.
Messages can wait to be sent.
I am living the masterpiece.
The inspiration is within.