Take a breath of the morning.
Cinnamon and caffeine.
A new day fresh,
A chance at another way.

Crisp, clean, cold
the feelings, yesterday
so long ago,
compost for our new beginning.

Growing slowly stronger
baby roots take hold.
What is to be resides
in the twists of their turns.

Take a breath deep, and smile
eyes closed, arms wide.
Feel the Sun on your face
growing roots in our souls.