In the still and quiet world, she opens
her eyes again.


She fears growing older. Even more to do.
Life gets even tougher with age
it seems.


She opens the window to see
leaves are changing, along with her.
They softly whisper, “fear not; change is what
you need.”
They gently mutter, “be not afraid;
you’ll make it through.”

The early sun on water. The brisk morning air
in her lungs.
The way that she knows it’ll be alright
somehow.

So she reaches out, seizes the day.
She realizes there’s nothing
to fear. The world’s waiting
for her and a new day is here.