Life can be a glorious celebration
Or a never-ending series of devastation
You can awake each day with great expectation
Looking toward the sunrise with great anticipation
Or you can awake feeling low, dejected and dismayed
Cursing the light sent from morning sun each day
What you see in that morning sun depends upon you
It is a matter of what you look for and your point of view
If one looks for it he can see the promises held by each sunrise
He can relish in the beauty of the glorious blue skies
It is a choice for you to make as to what you envision
There is beauty all around, observe it or not; but it is your decision