Every morning, I hear the wind whistle at my window
It tells me it’s day so I should wake.
I open my eyes as I feel the rays
It warms my heart and chases away all greys.
I walk gladly to the window and open it,
Just in time for the sun to shine
Like clockwork, I smile
Then I am assured everything will be fine.
No matter the journey’s mile,
Because of this lovely gesture
I am filled with a positive mixture;
Love, hope, joy, peace and favor.
That will shine on my face all day,
And this will make all others gay.
By then I would have completed a day’s race,
And it would be all thanks to your grace.
Source: Ivylove Cudjoe
