When I Wake…

When I wake, the world is new—

Endless choices shining through.

I can be an artist, bold and free,

Or a bird, soaring far above the sea.

I may become a whispered breeze,

Dancing softly through the trees.

Or a dreamer with eyes wide open,

Building hopes that can't be broken.

Each morning brings a chance to see

The endless things that I can be.

So when I rise, I promise me:

I'll always choose what sets me free.