Every morning I walk outside

Every time it seems like the very first time I see day light

The weather is always different

It could be bright as a new light bulb in a dark basement

Or as fluffy and soft as a wolf's fur.

Sometimes it may even be as slippery as a fish.

I may not want to go out because the way it tangles my hair.

Yet no matter what it may feel like I still find a reason to smile.