Every morning brings forth,
The musical sounds of the dawn.
Multitudes of birds awakening,
Gives voice to a new day.
All thru the trees and bushes,
Little creatures open their eyes and yawn.
Away from the forrests,
A different tone begins.
As the sun rises over the horizen,
People stir lazily from their beds.
Running water alerts the children,
As they hear their mother making breakfast.
Far from the urban sight,
The city night lights are turned off.
Taxis and buses begin their rounds,
As they await the day's first fares.
The doors of stores will open soon,
And start the day once again.
All around the world,
People scurry along their way.
Here and there they go,
To places only they know.
Some are smiling but some are not,
For they concentrate on many things.
And as the day gradually ebbs,
Once again people head for home.
Children to the busess,
And parents to their cars.
Some make it but some don't,
For whatever reasons we know not.
This is life for some,
Just as they see fit.
Letting the days go by,
One by one they do fly.
Stringing together those little ties,
That binds each family together.
Night falls softly in some places,
One country after another.
Bringing quiet solitude,
And comforting thoughts.
It seems like magic to some,
But for others its a little different.
Children are sent to bed,
With happy smiles on their faces.
A baby whimpers in it's sleep,
Dreaming of things no one knows.
A mother's touch soothes the babe,
And once more it sleeps again.
Such is the every day tediums,
Or more likely joy for some.
A few parents look upon life,
And contemplate a little future.
Living as if in a dream,
Bringing euphoria to a few.
There are very few who live such a life,
And most do try to strive for more.
Making each day bearable,
And trying to do what's right.
Living as one should,
And not as one could.
Looking at life as a gift,
Seems so very hard you see.
Try as we might,
There's always a hurdle there.
However we feel at the time,
It's our choice in the making.
Some say there's a force in the universe,
That is the cause of most delimmas.
Some say its' just ourselves,
But other's say it's something else.
If there's an answer to be had,
It eludes them quite often alot.
Certain things happen for a reason,
Other things might be our own fault.
Without sounding too religous,
I believe the reason is God.
Although life is sometimes hard for a few,
It certainly is not magic.
by Jann Newland
(copyright - July 2002/)
