This week’s décima has the word “wake” (well, almost) in the B rhyme line.
“This too shall pass”: the words are true;
The rising sun makes Earth awake,
Past shadows of night start to shake
Off, making room for what is new.
The sky is of a lighter blue
That speaks of peace and happiness,
That does not need to be flawless
To find delight: with clouds in sight,
Eyes recognize shapes in the white
Fluffy mountains of cumulus.