The day is emerging from its nightly slumber

opening its sleep weary eyes to peak at the surroundings.

The human race joins in this rebirth

every day is a new fresh feast for the senses.

 

What wonders do I behold

while walking on the near empty street

the distant golden orb shining

its warming rays on my naked face

 

The strimmer-man at his task

cutting forth the fresh aroma

from this turf letting forth

its aroma so naturally

full of goodness and life.

 

People on their way to work

Some with lengthening stride

A meeting date, arriving too late?

Some with head held high

I look each of them in the eye

and give a smile, a returning grin

would be the answer that makes

the start of my day a happy one.

 

Some stooped down to the ground

what are their thoughts?

where are they bound?

Tied to an impression from yesterday

Held back from this moment

The past has them in chains

Be mindful of this present.