Today I’ll write something beautiful, something they can’t resist.
I have the first five words in my head, but wait, I need a thesaurus.
I’ve etched the first three words on paper, and now I like them all.
Today I will stitch something beautiful, something for just me.
Blue and purple, a swirly skirt of georgette, long sleeves of voile.
But wait, I have no where to wear it, and it’s made for dancing.
Today I will strum something beautiful, I know a few chords,
I’ll hit the high notes in my mind as I sing along,
A song of praise and joy, though I sing it only alone.
Today I will observe something beautiful, right outside my window.
Since there's that blossom on the pear tree, the sparrow near the lemon buds
Sunbeams from sky to earth smiling on me, for I looked up and out.