The morning air is clear and fresh;
And whimsical as a fairy.
She spreads her wings and dances,
Through my skin to carry,…
Me on my way.
My heart beats and prances.
The sun is rising up from sleep.
“Good-morn to all”, she beams.
I greet with a yawning bow;
And just as fair water streams,
I flow and shine,
Run wet with sweat on brow,…
Stronger in my dreams!
K. Aldaya, 08/29/03
Picture: Photo from the campus of Duke University and Durham, North Carolina: Photographer Unknown; http://law.duke.edu/gallery/84&pil=5