Natures Clock

She wakes when her body wants,

No shrieking noise of alarm clocks.

The dappled light, the birdsong,

Muster her from dreams long gone.

The coffee’s on,

The curtains pulled,

The light pours in,

The day is full.

Bare feet across the forest floor,

Sun on her skin is all she wore.

Anything she wants to do,

The day is hers, she gets to choose.

She follows ancient paths that wind,

To secret streams the forest hides.

The Southern Ocean, vast and raw,

Where seals surf and eagles soar.

The day unfolds, the hours fly,

Beneath the candy-coloured sky.

And as the stars reclaim their spot,

She drifts to sleep with Nature’s clock.

~ Brooke Elyse Alexanderson