Perspective

April 16, 2018

 

 

The sun lights my face as I sit in this chair,
Though spring may be wary the weather is fair.
A bumblebee flusters and brushes my hair
So I leave the fluffy beast to roam in my lair.

 

As I switch seats a sudden thought flies,
Now on my back with no sun in my eyes,
The breeze softly kisses my cheeks so I rise
And bless the perspective this casts on my life.

 

No matter the seat or where the sun shines, 
There's always a chance to rewrite the lines
From a different angle, sunkissed and sublime, 
For now how my back has been warmed up, in time.

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