Some perspective.

Morning has broken, like the first morning

Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird

Praise for the singing, praise for the morning

Praise for them springing fresh from the word

Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven

Like the first dewfall, on the first grass

Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden

Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning

Born of the one light, Eden saw play

Praise with elation, praise every morning

God's recreation of the new day.

- Eleanor Farjeon

For when we lose sight of the greater picture, for when the fog of daily hussle closes in and makes you lose hope. There is a greater purpose, and their is happiness, we get to see a new day, while many others slept last night and didn't wake to see another day. Let's not take that for granted.

Morning has broken.