Thoughts: Hannah's Blog

I came upstairs to have a cup of tea

The weather outside was inviting:

A cloudy, windy kind of a day.

I took out my phone for a few clicks,

To capture the movement of the breeze:

The swaying of the branches in different directions.

I sat lost awhile in its dance.

Then I remembered my cup of tea

And picked it up hurriedly.

Nestling it in my hands,

Enjoying it’s warmth,

Every sip sending comfort down my throat.

The gentle breeze captured me again:

Sometimes soft as a whisper, and 

at times wild, whipping on my hair.

’Twas a blissful moment of peace,

Where the world seemed to still

And my mind at rest.

The dragonflies and butterflies flitting around,

Enjoying the pleasant weather along with me

And my cup of tea.