I sit upon my front porch stoop Beneath the morning sun. Grateful for the moment spent Away from everyone.

The air is fresh and slightly chilled, The sky is blue and clear. The silence that surrounds me now Is music to my ears.

I love the morning best of all, It's my most tranquil time, When the promise of a brand new day Can ease my troubled mind.

When second chances seem more possible And the world less cold and dark, And hope can somehow pierce the walls Of my sad and aching heart.

When left alone with nature All the world seems far away And the woes of life so trivial When wrapped in her embrace.

But alas the birds awaken And begin to sing their songs, And people slowly wander by And nod as they go on.

The sun has now grown brighter As it rises in the sky And in the distance there's a whistle As a train goes lumbering by.

The world is calling out to me To jump back in the fray. To have faith things can get better And let go of yesterday.

So today I get to start again By the morning light renewed. Feeling brave and energized, There is nothing I can't do.