As the sun rises

In the east

On this late August day

The land of greens and greys 

and browns

Are washed once again

In that heavenly glow 

Promising yet another day 

Unknown ~

 

But this I know …

 

I know that luck has blessed

My soul

With the joy of life

Singing sweetly

As the birds in nest

 

I know that my heart

Shall rise

Along with that autumn dawn

And burst with passion

For all that lies before

My childlike eyes

 

This I know …

 

My blood will warm

My aging bones

As I sit upon

My well earned

Throne

 

Here I sit with child

In arms

Son of my first

And only born

 

The sun rises

On his face 

And my pride

Fills every space 

In the darkest corners

Of my mind

 

I know now

What once

I did not know ~

Life is like the changing

Of the seasons

 

What little point there is

In searching for reasons

Change will come

Against our will

There is no choice

But to remain calm

And still

 

Remain still in the thrusting

Movement of the day

Breathe each moment

As it touches us ~

And pray

 

And when the sun

Sets in the west

Be content

To know

That we have tried

Our very best 

 

This is all ~

I know.

C.K.23.