Scarlett's poem follows a simple daily routine: a morning jog to a meadow, where the breeze, the weeds and the waves seem to greet the speaker. The repeated opening word "Everyday" works like footsteps, giving the poem a steady rhythm that matches the habit it describes. The speaker dances, waves back, and finally sits down worn out, as though the whole scene is a friendly exchange with nature.
The feeling is mostly joy and gratitude. Watching the sun rise lifts the speaker's mood, and the speaker wishes to return the favor by lifting the sun in turn. That wish is impossible, and the last couplet admits it: "I try and everytime I fail." Yet the poem doesn't end sadly. The speaker keeps coming back anyway, which suggests that the effort matters more than the result. The mood is calm, warm and quietly determined, like someone who has found a small ritual that makes each day feel worth starting.