The morning sun rose over the Florida ocean.
I watched hungry birds fly out for a feast.
The hopeful scene doesn’t match my inner mood.
I wonder where the difficulties of life come from.
I don’t know where their clouds are made.
I wake up slowly today because I am tired.
I wait to see the birds return with full bellies.
Behind me are rolling hills of orange groves.
I heard that their season has passed its peak.
Before the morning is over, I will see ships drift past.
The streetlights switch off as the day begins.
I walk down to the beach as the tide ebbs away.
I am finally in synch with life again.
William Wayne Smith
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