Morning on the 25th Floor
Sunrise tip toes
Up towards the high,
Whispering sugar words
Slowly against the shoulder of trees
And taking sips
From the city sky;
Blurring blue into
Yellow, Red and
Burning, Living Shine.
Sugar rush of the
Opening Breeze
As morning and mind collide.
I can take it all in
And fall in love
With the new day,
Find hope in the knowledge that I’m alive.