Happy for the sun
I wake to a slightly dark morn, waiting for the sun to beckon at my door.
The grass wilt’s, the flowers wilt, waiting for the sun to awaken them
The bees fly without direction,
The birds sit idly by
The streets are quiet
The dogs sigh
The sun starts to peak
Her beams get brighter and brighter
The grass stands tall,
The flowers reach out and wrap themselves up in the arms of sun
The bees and even butterflies do their dance, bringing even more life to my waiting garden
The birds now know what to do, they feast on the day directed by the light of the sun
The streets are now busy
and the dogs are signing
Everyone is just … Happy for the sun!