beautiful
The last single star fades from view As the night clings to the earth below Morning slices through the sky Natures awakes with another day Fresh aroma fills the air My eyes close with the first sip Warm and coffee fill slide through my veins As I struggle to leave the sleep behind The silence surrounds me My eyes blink into focus Sighs escape and I face the day Resisting the beckoning slumber What is it about mornings that I so resist? Why do I fear the arrival? The beauty of the dawning of a new day Demands the decision to press on What will I do with this allotment of time? How will carry out the hours? Will work or play consume the minutes? And how will I answer at its end? Perhaps my aversion to these sweet morning hours Lie in the fear how to manage The gift I’ve been given; Another day |
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