Precious Days Sonnet.

Every morning we come awake

Into that new day that is before us,

We must that day fully, joyfully take

And bring wonder to that day without fuss.

Think of that so precious thing that is there,

The wonder of being alive this day,

Enjoying all this day will always share,

So much beauty coming to us to play.

The privilege to be so much alive,

Being able to think that all is good,

To breathe in the glory for us to thrive,

And enjoy all of the love that we should.

Rising each day is so precious to have,

Enjoy each one with breath, thinking and love.