There is me in the morning breeze,
that carouses in resplendent languor.
A laziness that seems to celebrate,
the glory of living yet another day.

A part of me rises with the sun,
that brightens with the gentle rays.
And warms a frozen thought,
to the expectation of the forthcoming day.

There is my heat in the noontime beat,
the intensity in all its affray.
Sweat that evokes in itself a song,
of a job well done in the course of the day.

Something of me becomes the cloud,
to solace my self’s pride.
And soothen like tear drops,
that washes the grime.

And that part of me relaxed,
in an hour when silver sheen shroud.
Encompasses and cools my simmering drawl,
to prepare my surrender to the night.

The stars in me fancy fly,
and take positions in the summer sky.
With all my worries upon them nigh,
they twinkle, while in my sleep, I die.