If every morning was filled,
with such radiant beauty,
such wondrous hues,
and sonorous chirping birds.
If every morning was filled,
with the glistening of morning dew drops,
or the scent or roses in the air,
and lady bugs that fly amidst the breeze.
If every morning was as beautiful as this,
then we’d have nothing to look forward to,
on stormy days.
~*~ Jill ~*~