Shining brightly through a window

comes the morning . . . comes the day,

night's dead hours have surrendered,

done and dusted . . . passed away.

Another chance to shed some light

on life . . . and love . . .

to have sunlight in your eyes,

and know that life's worth living,

for love to be still lingering

just an outstretched hand away.

Morning opens yet another door,

push through . . . leap before you look,

take it in your stride, this crazy

wonderful bloody world . . . outside.