Rise and shine.
You’ve had a long day, week, month
And surely you don’t think
This day will be mine.
Isn’t that the point of sleep?
To refresh your mind
From your thoughts so deep?
And when you awake you feel fine
Until your troubles creep up on you
And attack you from behind?
Maybe the trouble is not the day
But rather how you see it.
Realize that things are different than before
Rather than to quit.
Look upon,
And see that the frost-damaged flowers
Are not yet gone.
They bloom and live on.
You feel the feisty morning air, and jump to the sky,
A sting that makes you spring
And feel alive.
Breathe it in, and breathe out your burdens.
Be inspired on this day to do more.
For the past will be dead where you left it
And will not burden you anymore.
The day is new.
Take it.