The Foot

The adventures of a migrant science teacher: "Life is not about finding yourself, it's about creating yourself."

Tuesday, February 05, 2002

Sunny Day Morning

How perfect the sky is
Bare trees, cold ground, all alone
Beautiful and ugly
Unbearably so, all wraped into one
Take it or leave it

This Sunny Day Morningi

The expance is perfect
Soak it all in
Call every one and tell them what you've found
Watch each take a section
Till all that's left is
What you are standing on

Sunny Day Morning

I Sit in the shadows, doubt you'd see
I traded one day for another
How can blue compair to green?
Bare and cold
Crisp and bright
Full and alive
wet and dead

Sunny Day Morning


Sorry if that doesn't make any sence - it does to me.

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