#WritcoPoemPrompt87
A new day, a new week,
Breathes your precious fragile spirit,
A new beginning, almost frightened to speak,
For it has magic virtues in it,
Brush aside the trauma of yesterday,
Let your skin feel the radiance of the sun,
The storm is over the sun has risen,
Trees loose leaves but never stop producing,
A new day, a new week,
Let the expedition begin
© Burning log