Clouds drift
Sun Lifts
Minds slumber, peacefully adrift
Birds sing
Bells ring
A quiet morning in the spring
Blue skies
Mind’s Eye
Takes it all in to clarify
What’s This
All This
Is there anything still to miss
These days
Always
Infinite things to do and say
But Still
Dawn will
Bring back a grand new morning’s thrill
Day breaks
I wake
With brand new paths that I might take