Sunrise

 

Alone I live and destined for to stay.

Eccentric, odd, or  maybe just my way.

But I, with heart contented, rise each day,

and for my blessings thanks to God I pray.

The morning sun comes peeping o’er the hill.

The valley birdsong echo in the still.

Aroma from the meadow’s rich cut hay,

My spirit sings a hymn for this new day.

Down the lane and on across the stream,

Though wide-awake I still feel in a dream.

The honeysuckle’s sweetness dominate,

And scented wild flowers all co-ordinate.

I walk alone but feel no loneliness.

No weight of trouble, worry, fear or stress,

Can infiltrate this rapture I possess,

An ecstasy of joy and happiness.

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