Morning Glory

The wind chimes through the trees and the delicate dew drops dance upon her lips as if the morning was kissing her. “Wake up.” nature whispers as the clouds begin to break and sunbeams poured sublime colors across her skin. Her feet pointed, back arched and her hands reached to the heavens. Her delicate fingers move as if conducting a symphony.She gets  caught up in the sweet, haunting melody- she finally sits up and opens her eyes. The dazzling light spins around her and the breeze picks her up and she lands….en pointe. So light she she poses like a … Continue reading Morning Glory