Is softly falling
Behind trees
And under rocks.
Silence retreats
Disappointed
That her older, louder sister
Murmurs upstairs
Getting ready for morning.
Muscles ready
Not for a day of lethargy
But for the whirlwind of activity
Work and play
That hold the hands of sunshine
Green grass
And sound.
You have a choice:
Slink into the shadows
Crawl back into bed
And waste the day
Or tag along with the sun
Skipping through the world
A light
Signaling others
To act.
