Sense do I the light as I open my eyes to a mornings sight,
Sunlight through the windows, pine trees standing so tall.
Outside I step to a chill but quickly the warmth of the sun chases it away,
Many shadows mixed within the light, creatures running about.
Precious is the day when life still sees from your tired eyes,
Precious is that which we have even when we do not understand.
Close your eyes for a moment and put aside the ugliness or troubles of the world,
Precious are those things that you think of now, what do you see.
A family, children to watch grow, health and happiness, look further,
Precious is a warm home, food so that you feel not the hunger of the land.
Precious is the touch of a new life, a grandchild with a life to dream,
The breath you take, precious is love that comes your way.
Precious is the day.
Keith Garrett