It is a life, this,
I wake up, to the songs of birds,
And the chirps of friends,
I wake up fresh and happy.
Then, I briefly pause,
To think how great a miracle,
How low the odds,
That I exist and live.
Sipping fresh steaming coffee,
I sit under the shady tree,
Reading with stunned disbelief,
A novel or two.
Once coffee is done, I head inside,
My resolve now stronger than ever,
Confidence overflowing through my fingertips,
I type as blindly as the dead.
It is a beautiful life, this,
I wake up, I feel happy that I did,
I refresh, I feel grateful that I can,
Then, I create, I feel confident that I will.
