The light streams in.. I wake up.
The birds are singing, the air smells sweet,
Perhaps its time I moved.
Joints creaking, I struggle and rise.
Looking out of the window, a new scene unfolds..
Shades of green and blue dance
Amongst the yellows and the reds.
I blink, tears pouring down my face.
The wind whips around me, drying my eyes..
Its good to be alive again..