Warm Breeze on my skin
A drip of coffee flows down my chin
An Ambrosial scent fills the air
Life has been fun to bare

Ambling through the park
I ponder of little remark
A bird’s song fills my ear
How this feeling has no peer

In the morning I slowly wake
I wonder what the day shall partake
Yet I feel no rush to embark
For the I am enjoying the song of the Skylark