Morning Song

The pink sky of sunrise

beckons me into the morning,

Yes, you can.

Welcoming dew on the grass

wets my feet and reminds me,

Yes, you can.

Morning-scented air touched with

the faint chill of passing night enlivens me,

Yes, you can.

Bird-songs of hope and joy

fill the air and coax me,

Yes, you can.

Lush green life pulsating with

quiet energy surrounds me,

Yes, you can.

Another day.  Another chance.  Moment

upon moment waiting to be made.

Yes, you can.

And you must.