morgan e. island morning

[island morning]

morgan e.

the sun rose above the palms wrapping the morning birds in a blanket of warmth i could feel the sunlight slowly move up my face and the cold darkness of night disappear the warm and gentle breeze lifted the hair off of my forehead and brushed it back the thousands of leaves swayed like people at a concert i walked down the grass path that looked like a tunnel of poppies and roses the path led to the secluded beach warm sand hugged my feet with each wave that washed onto the shore alone, on this island, i was happier than ever