Day's Blessings
I get out of bed and run down the stairs.
What a glorious thing to be alive!
The sun has never shone brighter,
Nor the grass ever been so green.
Butterflies dance in the air,
The birds provide the music, more beautiful.
Hummingbirds hover, flying jewels.
The flowers are in bloom,
Their petals shining with dew.
The sky is brilliantly blue,
The trees tall and strong
I laugh with joy.
I can't help it.
I rejoice in the blessings of a new day.
All the little miracles.
I am so lucky.
The inspiration for this poem came, strangely, on a dark and dreary day in the winter. I remembered spring and I decided to write a poem about someone who woke up to find a glorious day awaiting them, and they realized how wonderful it was to be able to see and hear all these things. It is somewhat the picture of the perfect day, one we all remember seeing, but never really do. But perhaps, we could if we looked at all the 'little miracles' as the person in the poem does.
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