Little else comforts the soul quite like
The sun shining down on me.
It simmers away the cares of today.
A kettle warming for tea.
No time is the same as morning.
The day is unsettled and free.
The day slips like sand through my fingers,
But each morning, free I’ll be.
The headstrong sun of the morning
Pauses time and I see very clearly.
Who I am and what is good.
I wish days could stay this early.
The Daily Do 