Another Day

by on July 26, 2021 :: 0 comments

When the birds first sing in the morning,
You look about the room
Where you lie.
Your first conscious thoughts,
Thoughts of wonder
And awe at being alive.
You are ecstatic with anticipation,
For the things that might
Come your way,
And with hope
You look to find beauty
In this gift of another day.

editors note:

A miracle made from our daily mundane. – mh clay

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