Saturday, July 9, 2011

Beautiful Day.

Waking up is a beautiful thing.
Walk down the stairs,
I hear the birds sing.

Do you know how long it's taken?
The world's best things are free,
But I haven't been able to hear the sounds it makes,
For such a long, long time you see.

Listening to the strumming sound,
The soft beating of the drum,
The music of the Earth,
Is making me feel at one.

I used to be scared to be alone,
My thoughts would crowd my head,
With no escape around,
I'd take a breath and often would feel dead.

But I took another way,
And am finding new happy things,
Each and every day.

The only question is,
If I can find the right someone,
To come with me,
And play in this beautiful day.