The Sun Poem by Walter Reed

As I lay in wait for the sun to rise,
And to begin a brand new day.
Thoughts and emotions are trapped in my mind,
As I desperately try to find the words to say.
I can hear the birds singing in the distance,
A chorus of bittersweet melody.
As I lay here quietly thinking,
Of what happiness could be.
I realize that if I am the reason she smiles,
Is as wonderful as the first bud from a withered tree.
If I can be that reason to go on,
What can she mean to me?
I guess I can still lay here in silence,
Maybe I can still see her in my dreams.