Freshness after a rainstorm,
The heat emerges from the dirt;
Echoing the warm rays of the sun.
My eyes fall upon a beauty,
Sitting on a small wooden bench,
Admiring the glistening roses.
Looking up to see,
She saw me there smiling.
This lady, my mom, smiled back.
For she and I knew,
The rise & shine for today
Involved more than this morning.