A Poetic Moment Embarking into the Flow of the day

As the dew drys from the flora whilst the morn warms to day,
The bushland awakens to a still cool moment to bask in the dawning sunshine,
Knowing that soon it shall be too hot to enjoy as soon shall be scorching,
Thus lackadaisically taking a breath in this gentle seraphic warmth ’tis sublime…

Though soon the chaos of the day shall clench one in its ever firm grasp,
‘Till then one can ease into the flow with a quintessentially whimsical flair,
In one’s preference of style with birdsong’s melodious theme to listen to,
As a fragrant, dry, gentle dry breeze wisps through ones still wild free hair.

Momentarily this moment shall soon evolve into the next rather hastily,
Much like each moment that has passed through ones life before,
For all things cycle on through their time thriving their own way thru seed to dust,
Enduring challenges and blissful moments in balance as they swoop low and soar..

Despite plethora attempts to control how we flow through each long day,
We’re ultimately destined to traverse in the universes planned way,
Yet how we perceive our days flow through our human perspective,
Can have an abundance of influence on how one’s day goes once reflective.

’Tis with this thought in ones mind one as one prepares for the upcoming tasks,
Mindfully having this balancing moment as upon ones day thou embarks,
Mind now set ready for whatever element shall this day should happen to produce,
Endurance evolved so never to tears may this one force you to reduce.