I can see the dawn only dimly this morning,
surrounded in my heavy chair
by a thick haze of thoughts.
So much to be done today; so many problems to solve.
You, light and unencumbered on your little branch,
simply, clearly present,
sing to the sky.
I stand and smile as I walk past your tree,
noticing how the day looks a little brighter.

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