Remaining unwounded

I wake up to see a sky gray but untroubled But will my day unfold, remaining unwounded? The forecast says mild rains will come in a short while, But will the flowers get drenched awake unwounded? A fledgling bird shivers under a dripping leaf, quenches its thirst, will it fly away unwounded? I shake my mind off mangled dregs from last night’s dreams But will my dazed senses recover unwounded? I need to touch and hold rich testaments of joy Will these console my soul to remain unwounded? @jjote 090624