Wing a Little Wink
Dew christens morning grass underneath my feet
Chilled senses in the mist, fill of something sweet
Sun teases its reveal, tempting me to pause
Palms in a flurried rush offer their applause
Feathered friends of every sort wing a little wink
Chirpers as they like to sing, hush to take a drink
Touching, as I stop to chat, flowers in a cart
Lending ear to neighbor’s woes, bid to touch my heart
As I walk the paths and trails that colorize my town
I could not for even just one second, wear a frown
Skies of blue agreeable to nature’s every whim
Compliment a crystal lake inviting me to swim
On my walk each morning, as I begin to shine
First remember gratitude for everything that’s mine
Then as every morning joy furthers into view
Better am I able to love everything I do
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