a chipped white china cup,

a chipped white china cup, with orange tea half supped

 A raw, cold fog nestles on the bog

The day seemed melacholey and  forelorn

Yet, the golden sun broke the dawn, and with the passing who could mourn

of the loss of night from which one's torn,

The raven did a  thunderous caw, then it sighed, but the macaw did not reply.

The dew glistened upon the lawn, 

the bees were buzzing to and from. 

Everything is awesome