A Poem of Origin. A Poem of Praise
I am the dark coffee that brews early in the morning
Before the break of day.
5 feet 2 inches of time ticking, ticking, ticking that
Loud tick-tock of the clock as the
Alarm readies to sound the
Changing of seasons from summer to fall.
Like a chameleon of form, I can soar to heights
Far above the clouds and
Lick the snow-capped mountain peaks.
I morph into the lowest depths of earth and tend the
Jewels that glitter and grow in the depths of my soul.
…And still I rise as a stream flowing into a running creek
that merges into an endless ocean of blue . . .
an ocean that gives birth to hurricanes with the
Ever-watching eye of peace that leaves
Calamity in its wake.
I am amazing.
