As the sun pokes her head out for the first-morning stretch,
I find myself smiling at Her beautiful rays, no signs of wretch.
Wait, Bran, "wretch and sun rays, make it make sense!"
Sure, this is my poem and I like the silly, hence
My next line shall be this ...
The sun rays and I dance in energetic bliss
She and I together we shine gearing up for a day of Earthly needs
Yes, we have needs to be met and family to connect, and while there are no seeds to be planted in this Earth's soil, we love visiting the world to lay our seeds of wonder within their soul.
-written by Me on this fine Thursday morning 11:05am 10/17/2024.
