Kat W

The sun rises, old becomes new

Birds sing as grey clouds slowly turn white

The sky was a bright blue blanket, with no clouds in sight

The sunshine says “Hello” to the sweet smelling sunflowers

In the morning theirs a new me to meet

Fresh as the dew clinging to my feet

In the morning I remember yesterday’s mistake and I know better what is at stake

In the morning , I let go of the dark, let in the light

In the morning my eyes are brighter, my smile is softer

In the morning I’m awake, hopeful, and free.