I awake every day
It’s true I have to say
An easy process, for this character of play.
I’m still here after all
and every day seems small
especially when my fragile mind struggles with it all.
She looks straight down
peering at me with a steady frown.
I ask her what today will bring?
Or maybe something profound.
To which she replies with a mighty sound.
Gales of wind for you
to tear you down.
That is when I look up and say
To this young lady of mystical hay.
Calm down now precious
there’s no need to be rough
I’m only a man of serious scruff.
But in this moment of wonderful gay
I have to say
unique in every way.