Morning

Today I felt your morning’s sweet embrace,
the warm rays scorched the gloom and I was saved.
I know why flowers strive to turn their face,
mankind and beasts are equally enslaved.
But later come the clouds and I am lost,
a grey and wretched figure in the murk,
it numbs my soaring heart that turns to frost,
reminds me that I have to go to work.
Then comes tomorrow with its’ chance of joy
and sends me to the river once again.
Oh sunlight! Hear me now and don’t be coy,
for I am ever hopeful ‘spite the rain.