New Day Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Capturing the aura of this morning in a poem,
watching the sun crawl across the ground very
slowly.

Touching flowers, trees, bushes, life with it's
effervescent beauty and splendor.

Shining brightly, spreading it's vitamin D upon
everyone who's out walking or standing in the sun.

A wonderful way to wake to a new day, seeing every-
thing as if it was brand new, like a little child.

Never having lost that wonder and awe through all
the years of life, continuing to enjoy everything
as if it were brand new to me.