The sun shines through
the window
it's a beautiful
morning
there are buds of new
things
for new times, and new
dawnings
Your head aches from
sleep
But your done with the
yawning
And you reach for the
sky
New energy forming
The trees brush the
rooftops
And the flowers hug the
paths
You're looking past
clouds
And you're not looking
back.
