Favorite Things

I awaken and commence to hear birds sing. I return to thoughts of some favorite things. Remembering the peace that they all bring, I drift back as the cold wind stings. Waves crashing down upon the beach, Grasping for things, just out of reach. I watch as rocks turn into sand, So much I see I don’t understand. Stars that twinkle bright in the night, Appear as beacons, providing sight. Journey through darkness, what is concealed? I am still here and my fate isn’t sealed. I drift back in time I dreamt I could fly. Sunsets and sunrise grace the blue sky. Taking a look from way up above, I seem to remember all that I love. Watching as brooks stumble over stones, Cold winds still blow, reaching my bones. I start to think about warmth by the fire, What I need versus what I desire. One more battle I almost won, I return to moments spent in the sun. Days that it seemed never would end, I start to feel like my heart might mend. All of a sudden I hear a favorite song, My favorite things become what I long. They seem to save me when I feel sad, I remember more good times remain to be had.