Morning Me

I am awoken, not by sounds.

The sun egging me on with its rays to arise.

 

Birds conversing, cheerful small talk.

Inviting me to join the world outside.

 

The breeze, a mornings greeting.

Saying hello with her gentle touch.

 

My eyes relaxed open, eager heart beating.

A peaceful moment I do not rush.

 

So quiet, such serenity.

The calm before the storm of the day.

 

Work is approaching, Peace's enemy.

And he scares my calm away.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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