Another sleepless night as the suns was shining a little too bright,
The heat leaves me restless, I’m tossing and turning.
I’m not complaining, I’m just laying.
One leg hangs off the bed in attempt to keep my cool,
Followed by the breeze between the silhouettes of trees.
My garden skyline, stands gloriously green.
The same trees outside my window which I’ve admired as a little girl,
The same trees I’ve gazed at through snow and make my home, home.
Things aren’t exactly how I wish but I’m practising my gratitude,
All I have to be grateful for; an overwhelming list.
It’s twelve fifty three and I think of all those I love,
resting their heads on their pillows,
resting before another fleeting day,
They’re peacefully laying in their little pockets they call home,
They’re safe, they’re content,
Their world pauses and I breathe easy.
My heart is fulfilled and my home is quiet,
All these people that show me love,
All these people that are my world,