Make Pearls From Beads

I opened my eyes, Which means I'm still alive. The rays were little blurry, But I could see the light. . Last colors of my dream Were fading in the night. Will paint predictions later, The artist never dies. . Chigòng and yoga, Begin my every day. Last drops of sleepiness, Completely away. . How many wonders Potentially we have. Full day of miracles, Was for me ahead. . The gourmet magic, Created number one. Those little pinky buds, Brought the taste to life. . O thank you Florida, The sunny weather rocks. But many times we say Complaints about that. . The keys in car and zoom, No waiting for the bus. The faithful horse awoke, Got ready just for us. . Hello, Thank you, How are you? It seems annoying, so fake. But try without it and feel, Like you ate piece of their cake. . My friends invited me to lunch, We cried to death by simple laughs. And later dancing, what a treat. What could I ask for - my retreat. The evening comes, the day is over. The grace for food then lights are out. The life is string and days are threaded. Make Pearls from beads - that what it's all about.