A butterfly stretches its wings to fly.
The bluebird sings a song, joyful and sweet
Robins join in as they head to the sky,
The church bells ring, but they cannot compete.

The green leaves yawn and rub sleep from their eyes,
Morning glories open to face the light,
As yesterdays clouds fade from the blue skies,
Flocks of geese squawk and take to flight.

My face grows flush in Sol's loving embrace,
My soul rushes forward, oh sacred throne,
One with wisdom, knowledge, all time, all space,
All light, The Breath of God, curative stone.
New day started, I'm back where I began,
Something will stay with me: knowing I can.