I wish I could show you what I see.

I wish I could paint you a picture that does it justice.

The morning hues of blues and light tinted orange

The shimmering lights sparkling in a distance

Coming on one by one as if in an attendance call.

The haze clearing and the mist misting over

As the early morning rays of bright orange

slowly replace the dark and then the light blue.

The little chirps and twitters have begun

Just as excited in pitch and tone as they were yesterday and the days before.

The slight morning breeze sends a shiver of anticipation

down my spine just as it did yesterday and the days before.

Where I am now and was yesterday

May not be where I get to stay tomorrow

Or even want to be.

But as I see the oft-repeated signs in the sky

Bringing me joy in their constancy

I know and I sense the changes ahead,

New paths and new pastures

Waiting for me to sigh as I picture them and then live them.

I wish I could show you what I see.

I wish I could paint you a picture that does it justice.

For tomorrow, though I may still see it all

The joy that I bask in may come from another place.