Morning

In the dew drops on the grass,
  in the wonder of the rising sun.
All these things bring us into
  the mystery of wonder.

They invite us to see the day,
  as one with new eyes, open,
To all the possibilities lying,
  scattered around us.

We get to choose the door we
  walk thorough, the one which
Says awe, beauty, divinity,
  or the one which says awful.