awake, awake, the morning light
cracks through the thin weary clouds and skies
and sends shimmering rays to earth
Nightly beings flee into exile
as the early waking cock crows
avian creatures spring up to life
chirping ballads about the night
The sun itself rises proudly
from its twelve hours journey yonder.
Is there any better feeling
than noticing nature’s manner
of saying ”good morning earth”.