The shining sun woke me this morning.
I was startled by the glory of its light.
My plans today are vague.
The steps I take will be spontaneous.
I don’t need to know the future.
My visit to the square is fun.
I see the flowers full of natural beauty.
The clouds are spread above.
I see the blue and laugh.
The sun is shaded and I walk home.
William Wayne Smith
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