5 A.M., And the World Awakes

Five A.M. And the world Is fast asleep
My alarm clock Blares And wakes me up While yours Prepares To go off In an hour
My tea pot Shudders A signal That the water is hot, My hollow cup Soon fills And its sweet aroma Wakes me
Cautiously, I open The back door, Trying not To wake my family And I step outside To feel The cool air Fill my waiting lungs
I sit peacefully In the quiet of morning, Hot tea in hand Watching the sun Hesitantly peak Her head above the horizon And stretching Her rays of sunlight To everything Once blanketed in darkness
I watch The cool grass Sprinkled with dew Rise To their full height As the sun Dries them off
The trees Raise their arms To the sun As if begging For her light I watch As the sun Slowly gains confidence And rises higher into the sky
I close my eyes And let her rays Wash over me I listen To the excited chirp Of crickets When the warmth of sun Caresses their backs And the peeps Of early birds As they go in search For their morning meal
I hear the creaks Of my house As it stretches Preparing for my family To walk along It's wakening form I open my eyes And pull my tea close to drink the last drops Savoring its sweetness
I grin at the sun, Now higher and brighter and I wave goodbye As I glide Back into my house Just in time To hear the six a.m. Alarm clocks Blaring inside.