The light of day is with me now.
I awaken to this new morn.
The ray’s splay thru the Palm bough.
As I forget dreams forlorn.
I live each day in passion’s pleasure.
The past, I do reflect.
The future, each day will treasure.
The Now, is all, I genuflect.
I am a thing of Nature born.
To take my place in her realm.
I will return to Her, my aura shorn.
As my hands fall from the helm.
©TP/MMXVI
