I wiggle my toes, open my eyes
Clear my head, say a prayer
As I lay in my bed
A new day stares at me
Beckons me to take it on
Will I get back in bed, cover my head?
Wish for another to do this instead?
I'm off
A world awaits my appearance, off this bed
Many did not open their eyes
They still lay in their beds
Never again to see its beckoning charms
Smell the freshness of its opening
Feel its wheel of time turning
Will I take on this day, as I've prayed?
Go boldly, do what only I can do?
Bring beauty to ashes, frowns to smiles
When this day turns to twilight
Once again as I lay in my bed, say a prayer
Say goodnight to those most dear
Will this day smile at me, this night
Will it say, "you did me right"
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.