The chirp of the birds

Seems to make the sun rise

It is shining with color

A brand new surprise.

The birds love each sunrise

The day is brand new

And we should cherish each one

Whether plenty or few.

So up with the sun

We rise each new day

We eat and we shower

Then, we go on our way.

Heigh ho, heigh ho

It’s off to work we go

However we commute

Whether it be fast or slow.

I feel the heat of the sun

Hear the rumble of the street

And the grumble of people

Who I oft try to greet

With a warm, “Hello, Sam.

I hope you have a great day.”

A replied grunt is much better

Than what he likes to say.

“What’s so great about it?

You big dumb jerk.

How can you be happy

When we are stuck here at work?”

But there is so much to hear

So much to take in

So much laughter and cheer

That it makes me want to grin.

From the sound of the copier

Churning out papers

To the smell of the kitchen

Cooking with capers

Yes, the sights, sounds, and smells

Of the day are alive

They make me feel good

Way deep down inside.

Then the rumble of pavement

The honk of the horn

Signal the end of the day

Gone but not forlorn.

Then, the chatter of family

Sitting at table

Living our lives

As best as we’re able

The smell of the food

I’m content don’t you see

Living each day

As God meant it to be.

Then, the sun, it goes down

At the end of the day

The sky fades to black

With the last of sun’s rays.

But the hoot of the owl

Sings the sun a lullaby

“See you tomorrow.

Today, we must say, ‘Goodbye.’”