GLIDING LIGHTS

The lights glide against the wall of my bedroom as vehicles splash down the road on a dark rainy Monday morning!
7:22 A.M.
The old 6:22 a.m.
That's why it is still dark.
The birds are happily singing.
The chirp is not too loud.
It is natural and rhythmic.
I rest before I rise.
Grateful to GOD that I am still with life.