[SeaN]

It's early Sunday morning
and the clouds are moving fast.
Rays of light are breaking free-
towards the earth, they're cast

Shadows fall around me
watch the dew evaporate,
wander through the atmosphere
to ponder this new fate.

Songbirds mock the insincere
as daybreak flaunts its glory.
A stoic river claps and yawns-
tells a silent story.

Onto me, it finally dawns
that life is never perfect...
but take it now, for what it's worth-
as life itself is the gift.