The sun on my back feels beautiful. Its warmth let’s me know it’s thinking of me. When the sun disappears behind the clouds, I know it’s upset with me. It whispers below to the birds. The birds steal my raisin cereal and remind me to stop. Stop for what?
I look up at the bird and ask, “what have I done?”
I look at myself – the mirror stands before me.
I did not thank Mother Nature for her beauty today.