No paint brush, No canvas.
The sky,
a deep and dark blue,
its color breaking through the gaps,
offsetting the green of the forest.
Clouds drifting across the background.
Birds greeting the morning.
Dew dripping off the grass.
Bare feet soaked with a fresh chill.
Night pushed aside,
no wind,
a stillness disturbed only by birds.
Why can't this moment remain?
The kitchen,
just a few feet away,
where breakfast,
and the morning news
shatter it.