Dappled and diffused
the light trickled over me slowly
I wanted to curl up and turn away
but it shone everywhere
Breezes gently blew leaves on trees
the grasses below stirring
shaking off the dew
just as I shook off sleep
Whether I was ready or not
it would come
the day, another challenge
if I could only open my eyes
Insistent, the sun kept pouring out
dropping harsh rays on my heavy eyes
there was nothing for it
except to submit, accept, rise
Body aching, stretching, moving
reaching toward new places and faces
struggling with words and worries
only the sun reminds all are welcome
Awake, try, open your eyes
a landscape is awaiting
my presence, my ideas
to finish another day, a gift
The Word Rummager 
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