August Mornings

fresh air blossoms at my window,
the warm breeze telling me to step
out. i embrace the blue skies, 
pulling them close to me and 
hoping they never leave. the trees
are still green, but i know they
will change soon. after all, 
life must change right? i hear
the occasional thunder rage
at the door, too scary to watch
but too fascinating to ignore. the
green grass melts across my
backyard, each raindrop pulsing
on the leaves. the earth is a 
beautiful thing. you don't know
when to be angry at it or when
to be happy. sometimes you
wonder what terror the earth has 
in plan next, while other times
you can't imagine the earth being
any more beautiful. sometimes
you want to leave the earth alone
and sometimes you want to help it.
i guess august mornings bring about
a lot of contemplative thoughts within
me. and i think i like that.