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.
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