I woke up early this morning
To take a well-needed walk
And though it was bright,
Much to my delight
Spring was no longer hopeful talk
Though there is snow on the ground
Everything may seem bleak
My spirit is high, my feet shuffle low
The sun soars over, the moon falls below
Faint lines of cloud streak
Even though the day goes on
As morning turns to day
My feet keep walking
My shadows keeps stalking
Time change can’t push me away
But as night falls, on a bleak note
My shadow slips away, unforming
I no longer walk
I can’t help but talk
About the walk I’d take the next morning