should have not of woken up.
the sunshine is brightly shining.
this clear morning, is growing in my mourning.
for a day ago, I weept at a funeral.
now this morning, is ignoring, my plea for a peaceful and boring mourning..
trees are green, Leaves are blooming, and I am humming a tune.
I was sad.
now I'm happy and I need to nap a crabby child.
Blessed is my morning.
© TraumatizedEEL