Sunrise

Beathing has become a task, every day, moment, second
But I have to.
The spring air is slowly creeping up on my neck, making it a little easier than it has been in this bitter winter.
Humming my way down a new path where I follow the sunrise and never see it set;
Tiptoeing my way through the poppies, while humming birds play with my hair
New beginings are on the rise, trying to move forward with positive sights