It's a morning of
Infinite possibilities 
And everything 
Might change
Showers heavy
Thunder likely
Time to cut away
This knee high rough
Heads are in the valley
Waiting to
Break the news
Afraid of losing
Their ground
Habits are shaped
Dependency and addiction
Form
And the lady of sunlight 
Crashes through
The clouds
Shaking her golden locks
And spilling them 
Across the sky
Feeding the owls of hunger
Who hoot
From deep within their
Hidden nests
Waiting to be heard
Waiting to be free
Today 
The power is 
Well and truly 
In your hands
Feel it surge
Feel it fizz
Feel the glow 
And if only
For one day
Do something 
Differently