We Rise: A Tribute to Maya Angelou
As the cool still breath of morning is not yet pierced by the caged bird’s song
We Rise
As the fury of the morning’s rat race to work has not yet resumed
We Rise
As the last stars of the pristine black night give way to the brilliant sun
We Rise
As the sound of the last perk in the coffee pot echoes in our sleepy ears
We Rise
As the fresh air of an unspoiled breeze passes beneath our nose
We Rise
As the last petal falls from the spent flowers of yesterday’s garden
We Rise
As the inspiration of higher mind and heart from the other side prevails
We Rise
As the last snore erupts from our disturbed slumber
We Rise
As the rock that formed your pedestal of support stands alone
We Rise
As the memory of your heart awakening voice trembles through our entire body
We Rise
As the absence of your presence in this reality sinks in to our restless minds
We Rise
As your model of strength, wisdom, determination, perseverance and self-love lives
We Rise
And the free bird sings within us all
© 2014 Cynthia G. Piano