An old poem from high school

My Meeting with the Sky

Before the sun rises over the earth
I rub away the sleep from my tired eyes
And with the youth and strength I gained at birth
Prepare for my meeting with the pure skies
The rhythmic pattern of my pounding feet
Slowly begins to match that of my heart
The harmony this brings is a real treat
Before the stress can tear my day apart
I feel as if I could float with the breeze
And glide gracefully through-out all of time
I'm all alone as I fly by the trees
And long-stemmed aromas right in their prime
My problems disappear in that short hour
And I become revived with all the power