A morning so beautiful,
How could I not be grateful?
Yesterday is all gone,
And tomorrow is still not grown.
All I have is a wonderful present in my hand,
How can I just let it go like sand?
This life's path is narrow with rock and thorn,
So I start the day with a silent prayer in my lawn.
A prayer to keep my hopes high,
And to keep my feet on the ground while reaching for the moon in the sky.