Morning has woken.
Nature has spoken.
Early birds tweet tweet.
Red squirrels breakfast they eat.
Sky above cloudless and blue.
A sweet smell of the fresh morning dew.
I rise and myself I dress.
Make breakfast, eat then clean up the mess.
Mechanical sounds do echo around.
As buses and cars drive along the tarmac ground.
Morning has woken.
Nights darkness has broken.
A new day does start.
And soon I'll become part.
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Author:
Wallace (
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Comments2
Good morning. Another fresh day start. Beautiful writing.
Thank you.
I love this poem! It makes me want a morning like this everyday! Great job!
Thank you virago.
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