Alarm bell rings, the snooze bar brings, a few more precious dreams.
Another day to rise too soon, or so it always seems.

In bed I’ve found my happiness, in bed I want to stay,
Why must I face a thousand cares, of yet another day?

I shower, dress, and comb my hair, I floss and then I brush,
A mirrored stare, through hollow eyes, takes time to join the rush.

Some coffee, strong, a bite to eat, I head out of the door,
And drive away, my spirits low, as though I’m off to war.

But then I see, in front of me, a sight that’s so profound!
My spirits rise, with widened eyes, and turns my heart around!

The trees bejeweled, and splendor bound, in seas of snowy white!
The mountains, crisp, in air so clear, are wrapped in waves of light!

To gaze upon the beauty held, in such a wondrous sight,
Reminds me of a story, told, to save us from the night.

Three men upon a zebra gazed, pray tell what would they say?
Where one saw black stripes, one saw white, and one saw shades of gray.

Expectations seldom lie, conclusions lead the way.
And thus I’ve found, that I, alone, am maker of the day.

Dan Bryce