Morning and the Rising Sun

So bright, the rising of the morning sun.

I wake and see the beauty through new eyes,

And glad to find another day begun.

I think of ways to live before it dies.

 

Remember all the world has yet to give:

A storm with endless possibilities,

To strive to focus on the positive.

And never on my disabilities.

 

For now, this day is coming to a close.

The stars come out and show their majesty.

The sky unfolds and blossoms like a rose.

All legends seen on this great tapestry.

 

I dream of morning and the rising sun,

And all the things that I have never done.

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