Those birds that sit on the grid wires
It’s how they like to start their day
Waiting snugly for the sun to rise
Are they owls? I cannot say.
The sun is rising, warm and calm
An orange hue, only of the rising kind
The rays touch my skin like a soothing balm
Extracting layers of pain from my mind.
Yesterday was a new day
It somehow turned its back on me
Today is another new day
A new chance for my mind to be free.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 10:02 AM UTC
Those birds that sit on the grid wires
It’s how they like to start their day
Waiting snugly for the sun to rise
Are they owls? I cannot say.
The sun is rising, warm and calm
An orange hue, only of the rising kind
The rays touch my skin like a soothing balm
Extracting layers of pain from my mind.
Yesterday was a new day
It somehow turned its back on me
Today is another new day
A new chance for my mind to be free.
