The morning o so cold on my skin

The sun hasn’t quit sank in

Standing in the crisp morning air

A breeze oh so soft ruffles my hair

Cheerfully in the trees the squirrels play

And to thin it’s just the beginning of today

Marley the dogs bark

As the suns edges spark

Above the trees

It warms the breeze

Could anyone disagree?

About something so pretty

As a perfect October morning

Ware it is never dull or boring

But full of great things

Like the sound of the church bells rings

On a perfect October morn

Ware brighter days are born

And lovelier things are said

And perfect nights to lay your head

Where the mood shines bright

And you are bathed in light

A peacefully calm night

Ware everything is alright

The dogs howl

And threes a screech of an owl

That lulls you to sleep

In your dreams October’s keep