Each Morning, I wake up and breathe,

but recently, I do it as if I have never done it before....

I open my eyes and see colors and shapes like new.

Vibrant visions unfold before me everywhere I look....

Even the evening sky, through darkest nights, the stars seem to twirl and dance.

I hear a drum. They must hear it too. It's the rhythm to which they move.

The noise I hear is foreign, but soothing.

There is a faint and distant rumble that roles forward like thunder and resolves into a melody I somehow know.

Strong but not fierce. Wild but not savage.

The song I hear seems to echo back my deepest desires, and remind my heart of something nearly forgotten....

...You...

You are the breath I breathe.

You are this world I see.

You are the melody I hear.

Yes, You are strong but not feirce. You are wild but not savage.

This song that I now sing, I will always sing for You.