The sun rises like a goldfish slowly drifting up to the top of his fishbowl in search of food. Darkness slips away like a ship far out on the horizon, sailing behind the fluffy, white clouds. Within minutes, daylight has spoken, and all of nature is attentive to her calling. The flowers stretch their petals upwards towards the sun, yawning with delight as they soak in her warmth. The trees reach out to touch her and caress her with their stately arms. I reach for my morning coffee as I lounge in my easy chair marveling at the beauty of it all. This is the day the Lord hath made. And I praise God that he thought me up, and made me who I am.