Reid@YWP

I would like to hope

That before there was a sky

Bleeding stars,

Before there were planets

Polluted with creation,

That there was still the beating heart

I love the way the ocean shines at night, 

and the way the moon reflects almost a million times, 

over and over and over,

and how the sea pounds a beat, 

much like the one in my chest, 

I take my coffee sweet, 

It's less bitter on my taste, 

It takes a little honey, 

And a dash of milk to make. 

I am grateful for the rising sun,  
For every day that’s just begun.  
The golden light that warms my face,  
And time that moves at its steady pace.  

Dear America,