Well, the day dawns.
The grass has dew.
Everything is fresh,
Everything's new.
Another chance granted,
I open my eyes,
Breathe in the hope,
And look toward the skies.
Wondering just what,
This day may hold.
Smiles or tears,
Just what will unfold?
As the day rushes on,
I am slow to decide,
If good day or bad?,
I smiled AND cried!
Maybe I must begin,
To judge hours..not days.
As  mood alters fast,
Black, white, and greys.