A magical feeling with every dawn
The blurred gentle softness to start the day
To be without rush in a thinking way
Reaching for the subdued blue sky I yawn

See the wet veil on an emerald lawn
Broken by red-breast robins seeking worms
Jostling them out on their aggressive terms
Sharing the space with the brown speckled fawn

The dawn can’t honor my pleading request
While I slowly drink all of her beauty
Meaning now it is my time to get dressed

It is time to pursue my daily quest
Of solemnly sworn to do my duty
So no matter the day to do my best