​The sun was warm
on my skin
as it rose into a
cerulean sky.
Wind soughed
through the trees,
and I heard it
singing in the grass,
tickling my ears
as I watched
billowing white clouds
float peacefully by.
The flutter of the Swallow’s wings
skimming just above,
I breathed the fragrance
of wildflowers,
and tasted the deep,
rich humus
where the roots drank
from aquifers.
The pale moon
was fading into the day
and I felt my spirit
to be part of it all,
and it was
a feast for my soul.

M. Zane McClellan
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The Daily Prompt: Feast