Upon Waking Poem by Paul Gomez

As I wake my first thought is of her.
I can see her in all that surrounds me.

I look out my window and the trees remind me
of her quiet elegance as they softly sway in the wind.

When looking at the clouds floating in the brightest blue sky,
I can't help but think that as soft as a cloud must be it cannot compare to her touch.

The sunlight illuminates and warms the room
as if she was here and blessed me with her gentle smile.

And when the birds sing their song of joy,
they become the voice of my heart.