Waking up and looking on,

  reflections show the morning sun.

  Pearls of wisdom rest inside,

  coming out just to hide.

  Digging deep can keep the faith,

  all while staying true to base.

  And when in doubt I look for help,

  but the sun is burning and I fear the melt.

  The shade is natural and allows for rest,

  it eases the pain put upon my chest.

  So now as I reach out for my pen,

  I understand the origin of the grin.