Could it be that I am listening to myself?
The morning dew to open my eyes,
The birds song to refresh my heart,
The babies smile creating my calm,
The knowing inside of my honour.
Could it be that I am dreaming of myself?
The evening rest revitalizes my frame,
The poems read inspire my faith,
The listening to a friend fills my moment,
The patience to look inside and just be.
Could it be that I am wonderful?
Stephen