the chorus weaves a billowing sound
of spirit rising upward on the radio.

the sun newly in the sky
and the air still crisp,
and dewey and fresh

young the day is -
and set to motion
the unknown of today -
like waves outward and onward
a breeze in my face

i see the horizon of the lake
and know the ocean is reached just beyond a bit

it's calling me to seize the day

and seize all of them ever more!
in love and blessings

mgb