Waiting.

I sit and wait. Wait for a new sunrise to creep through my window. Wait for the warmth of the sun to bring a grin to my face. Wait for the humming of the birds. The beautiful sounds, almost like a lullaby which is calm and soothing for my soul. Wait for the whistle of the wind to blow underneath the tree tops while reading a classic novel. Wait for the animals to scurry along the grass or fly in the air. Wait for the flowers to expell their beautiful smells and the bees to come swooping in for the pollen. Wait for the subtle sounds of laughter in the distance. Just waiting. Waiting for another perfect day just like this one to happen again for the next hundreds of years so all of my children, and all of their children, and their children to enjoy all of the beauties in this wondrous world. But maybe the best has still yet to come. Maybe something is still on the horizon waiting to be discovered. Maybe. Just maybe.