There's something strange going on inside of me: a sudden stirring in my soul.
It's as if somehow my spirit knows it's summer: a time to create and be free from all the constraints of homework, lesson planning and grades.
It feels as if I'm on the brink of something about to happen: a story to unfold, a new adventure to embark.
It's as if I am preparing for something spectacular: I don't yet know what it is.
There's a tingling in my soul: so strong I can't deny it.
I'm holding my breath: getting ready for the stomach lurching jump ahead.
I'm about to take off into the unknown: soar or sink, I'm going.
It's summer: the breeze in my face, the flowers in my eyes, and the sweet melody of the trees.
I'm taking off and not looking back: plunging into the future ahead.
I'm twirling through dreams: splashing in puddles, intertwining fingers, and movies after dark
I'm immersing myself in new worlds: words floating off the pages of all the books I have yet to enjoy.
I'm setting aside time to see where this stirring, where this tingling takes me.
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