I woke up this Friday morning and thought, "everything is awesome"

Misty clouds grew gray overhead and rain water fell from the sky

Drops of dew covered my garden and caused my roses to blossom 

This is the kind of happiness that love and money can't buy

My neighbor is a strange fella,  for he rises with the sun

This 9 to 5 fedora man is in the buisness of sorrow

You'll never see him read a book or stop to adore anyone

Maybe he, too, will think "everything is awesome" in the wake of tomorrow