Each of My Days.

As the sun rises so do I,

The world is out there

For me to enjoy.

I sit in the garden in the early morn

Listening to natures symphony,

As it awakes to this fine day.

I look up and see natures canvas,

Blue with a scattering of white,

The white moving so slowly

Through the blue.

This is the peace of my world,

This peace always is there as the sun rises,

It is always there as the sun sets.

I am there as well, l enjoying the glory

At the beginning and at the end

Of each of my days.