morning drive/joyfully yours

each morning i drive
on the same road
and though know where it takes me
i have never been bored

each day the spiders
have woven their nets
high up in the air
looking for innocent pray

the sun works every day
at piercing the dark
with a bundle of rays
illuminating the path

the school bus reliably stops
at the railway, while children
are waiting to get our in the world
and make this day joyfully theirs