Soaring
"I flew on the wings of the wind
The thermals like oven drafts lifting me
Up higher, soaring into the western Skye."

A New Morning
"Crisp, fresh breezes waft the scents of many new flowers and freshly mown grass...
The sun peaking over the hills like a curious babe, newly awakened...
Songbirds awakening the silence with their awe-hushed hymns...
Slowly breathing in the wonderful new morning."

-Anne B. Caitlin