A Pleasant Morning – Per Norrgren

Morning unfolds, a soft, slow light,
A canvas blank and pure delight.
In this first silence, worlds awake,
A cup of tea, a breath we take.

The steam ascends, a curling prayer,
Inhaling deep, the crisp cool air.
Just to be, in stillness found,
Feet gently resting on the ground.

Each sip a pause, a moment’s grace,
The warmth that spreads, a soft embrace.
Allowing senses to expand,
The cup cradled gently in the hand.

No fear to stir this quiet scene,
The feelingtone, serene, unseen.
In morning’s hush, our spirits free,
We taste the joy of simply being.