Warm on my face,

The sun shines brightly.

The birds sing,

Singing songs of joy.

The sky is blue

And holds a promise.

A promise of a good day;

beautiful and amazing.

The water rushes,

Racing to fall at the end.

I think of myself as water;

Clear and sweet,

Always flowing,

Bending for everything around it,

But unpredictable.

the water rushes below me,

Rushing as i always do.

Rushing, like i was before,

as i got ready;

Ready to fall at my end.