musings on a gray dawn day

no glistening streams of golden rays
today the dawn is draped in gray
the ground is damp and smells of musk
of fading leaves and hickory husks
but I’m not blue because you see
weather has no power o’er me
and facts are facts, the sun did rise
just as the new moon blots the sky
no matter what each day may bring
i can be sure of one true thing
as morning comes to break the night
no one or thing can dim my light
it never lasts, the dark and gray
and so I rise to seize the day
each moment, opportunity 
to be the best that I can be

~kat