The morning flowers ready themselves,

an early sun warms velvet petals

birds are the first to celebrate.

Last night got dangerously cold,

even still, it’s the middle of summer

no one wants to hear our complaints

about carefree and everlasting mornings.

Today will be an even longer day,

too many people know our faces

the once generous giving hands

have up and moved away.

Everyone has their favorite street corner

a place set back in the shadows

somewhere to sit and watch.

Just as the day moves forward

the sounds grow louder

and just as it was before

we are forced to move on.