A day to wake, a day to make, a day a life to grow
born from dreams of many things where living fed a soul
in light of sun, in dark of night where breath of dream is told
to linger, lurk in search of ones who dare to be so bold

In sipping thought of color from a flower, fruit or tree
so as to bid them sustenance from what cannot be seen
in hopes of finding those who search it out from their own need
allowed to grow for what it can and hopes to truly be

A day to wake, a day to make, a day a life to grow
born from dreams of many things where living fed a soul
in warming breads, earthly brown, in wheat spun from sun's gold
to nourish mind from feebleness and body keeping whole

While casting light from eager eyes into the sky above
reflecting back the joys found as life sought for its love
with feathered birds, stirring winds that pushed and often shove
a quiet mind beyond its border to places 'er heard of

On castle clouds where kings looked down eager to implore
a child-like heart to trust in them to steer it safe to shore
a day to wake, a day to make a day a life to grow
born from dreams of many things where living fed a soul.

Jade Jaspers