Heaven seemingly floats upon valley floor, early mornings,
a sleepy, buttercream sun rising slowly, yawning, stretching
its way over mountain along with me, it seems.
There's a melody playing if one listens closely; adagio bird song,
their pace awakens far more quickly than I; andante swoops into allegro,
as hawk soars, wings vivace upon the breeze. My heart flutters
along with it, soon soothed by cows like little black piano keys
upon gently sloping hill, larghissimo, as mist evaporates and clears.
by Margaret Bednar, August 24, 2019
This is linked with "The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - The Sunday Challenge - Play it Again". I chose "A Word with Laurie - one word: allegro and 8 lines and 1 minute!!! But it took me two minutes to write this. And then I did go back and changed a few words so add maybe another 30 seconds.