Wednesday

The Performance






My ticket was the warm cup of coffee in my hands.

As I entered the theater the screen door slammed

My red carpet was the old faded rug by the door

I sat in the balcony to enjoy the view from my porch



With great anticipation I waited for the show to begin

As my cheeks were gently tickled by the morning wind

The orchestra of songbirds began to gently play

As the curtain of darkness was lifted by the light of day



Bright and amazing colors of the sunrise began the light display

As a soft golden hue slowly overtook the lazy morning gray

The character of the fog silently receded from the stage

Unveiling a lake of glass still sleeping beneath the haze



The pure and simple beauty as well as the peace of this place

Presented a performance which could never be replaced

From the edge of my seat on the old porch swing

I sat in awe and wondered what the next act would bring



A beautiful pair of swans began their loving dance of grace

I could just sense the loyalty in their hearts and on their face

Pleading for an encore I hoped this show would never end

Yet I know for this performance I’ll return again and again.



With a great sigh of contentment I rose from my seat

Comforted by the knowledge this show would repeat

As I turned to witness the curtain of darkness fall

I knew I had seen the greatest performance of all

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