this morning
in my treehouse
as I open my eyes
I turn my head and look out my window
under my sheets
the gentle morning light makes me
I feel I am in a jungle
warming the liana vines
painting cascades of shades
brown yellow green
brown yellow green
framing beauty
the breeze
kisses my shoulders
like a gentle caress
of a caring lover
describing beauty
is so cliche
words will never fulfill
better to be silent
and golden