As I sipped my morning coffee;

my soul became filled with glee.

The sunlight was, oh so very bright;

brought to mind the Creator's uncreated light.

The tall grass swayed in the breeze;

the wind on its circuit, with ease.

It seemed for a moment to brush my heart;

the spirit once again, bestowing true rampart.

She rides on the wings of the wind;

chase her, and she'll never, ever rescind.

Her name is wisdom, her fruit is insight;

grab hold of her and you'll never be uptight.

Webster defined the simpleton as a fool;

but there are two kinds, isn't that supercool?

The one who meddles, heading for a snare;

then the one, having few worldly cares.

So when you sip your coffee and look out the window;

ask for wisdom, and be in the know.

If there is no wind, if there is no sunshine;

call out to wisdom, and drink of her sweet wine.