The Inspiration of Creation
From the moment I wake,
Brrrr Brrrr-- snooze again
Soft carpet under foot
Ice cold water drops kiss my face good morning
Breakfast smells waft towards my nose
They tantalize my feet down
each
and
every
step.
The sun shines and my skin dances,
The birds sing and the baby deer prances.
So much to absorb each day.
Faces pass by,
Some smiles, some not
Each and every one is good.
I breathe it all in.
Inspiration enters my lungs,
Then my blood,
And is exhaled through my hands
In the form of creation.
At night I lay in my bed,
Again,
With all the day's joys to tuck me in;
To puff my pillow,
To draw the blinds,
And again the next day,
The beauty unwinds.