I can 

hear the record crackle with life, I 

can hear the birds, the wind, branches jousting 

and I turn my face to the window, 
stare outside for the first time today. 

I realise - 

The sun is shining 
is warm like love 
That wind is not a firm slap 
but a gentle caress 
the birds are singing, 
not falling from the sky 
the branches are shaking hands 
have leaves 

- Reality 

today, a day, perhaps like another, 

it's not so bad from what I can see— 

After all 

it doesn't hurt to smile 
and I was sure that it would