I get up early

And walk to the field  just as light peaks over

The ridge.

The birds sing me welcome.

I hear rustling in the grass

And am met with the pleasant stare

Of a doe.

I look around and see another doe.

One has two fawn and the other three.

I sit and feel my heart

Swell.

Here is where I am always welcomed.

Here is where I am 

Reminded

I am not broken nor am I lost.

I am.