ah that brisk sunlight
God, but it makes a man feel free
he could stand all day
and suck at that air
and marvel
and laugh
and sing
and that smell
but damn
that’s sweet
there is nothin’
and i say nothin’
like a misty fragrance
first in the mornin’
even before the dawn
before that sun
and that scenery
what more can a man want
tell me
or can you
this is all
this is God’s best creation
and it’s ours