Lying on my belly at the edge of the swamp,
I see a small spotted friend.
I hear birds chirping merrily,
and over my shoulder,
the low deep tones of a bullfrog.
Nearby, another frog dives into the water,
with a percussive splash.
I smell the faint musk of the swamp,
and the green, fresh scent of the forest all around.
I taste the morning, and it is a full sensory experience.
In this place,
low and slow,
face to face with nature,
I feel the deep peace of early morning.
Where ever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you peace.