On a cold and chilly mornin’ as the day is just a bornin’, I stumble down the stairs and find my mug,

I pour the coffee, hot and black, take two slices from the stack, and a dollop of milk from the jug.

I stand and will myself to wake, and ponder just how much that I can take, as I brace myself to face another day.

There are challenges galore, and I wonder what’s in store, but I know I can handle it, come what may.

Through the window in the kitchen, I may here pause to mention, the early morning sun feebly creeps,

I see the dew drops glisten and as I close my eyes and listen, I hear birdsong that drives my heart to leap.

The day is new and bright, life abounding in my sight, and I feel the urge to get going and to start,

So I guzzle java down, taste the toast perfectly brown, and go outside once again to play my part.

And I revel in creation, with my heartfelt elation, I can’t help it but as I look all around,

I take joy in all I see, and little bit for me, a perfect day, beautiful, peaceful, and profound.