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.
