One Sun Kissed Morning

I sat outside with smoke slipping through my lips.

The wind makes everything dance.

The grass

The trees

The flowers

The butterflies

Even the birds

The air conditioning unit tries to hum me to sleep but someone somewhere honks their horns to keep me awake.

The sun holds me in its invisible warmth, forcing my skin to blush, I squint past its glorious light at the flowers.

The flowers that passionately kiss the lips of the butterflies.

The wings flutter as if to make a sound but everything else is louder. Even the grass that dances.