within each morning is the opportunity to create anew
there are those mornings when you don’t want to know what the world has in store
distant thunder breaks the morning open; as dawn quietly appears
probably because i’ve been asleep, but morning comes as a surprise
there are mornings with a soft, gentle rain when i could walk forever
some days are perfect for setting aside worries and cleansing our souls
the grey morning light is fresh and renewed when viewed through rain soaked windows
the bright orange sky cracked with lightning and thunder let the day begin
as the morning sun dances across the surface the lake doesn’t care
every day breaks in its own unique way, yet we start them the same
uptown jack 