I stuttered as I woke up
to see the rain sweeping
and preparing the floor for rug,
The sky kissed me and reveal brightening.
Months are dead afore time;
Weeks are buried in past times,
Minutes crawl on minutes;
seconds made us salivate for new things.
Oh happy day!
This is the day;
Shine so bright-
new month's light.
Rejoice land and sea;
Dance valleys and hills,
Stars! Shine at day, day!
Let's dance to this day.
"words from the innocent mind"
Philip Peace