Summer breeze

I don’t want to go to sleep. Why eyes must you grow heavy?My lids laden with weight. Sitting on the porch, with the breeze blowing my soft, clean hair. It glides through my feet.. and I hear crickets and distant engines in the outskirts.. a clear sky; near peace and quiet. I feel like the only soul around. The tree limbs rustling. They in numbers, sound like ocean waves crashing in the night. My solar lantern flickering like a candle on the porch, freshly charged from the day’s glorious rays. My Betsy Ross flag, whipping it’s tail around making a sharp snap. The white wicker chair creaking as I shift my legs. The Father gave us senses to fulfill our need to be emotionally with him,in His image. What joy that brings to my unsure, forsaken heart. Shall I be the eyes and ears of him. For all the days. Even in the still small moments, to hear that still small voice.🍃🌾🌿🌖