Morning with Music

Once again I wake up early in the morning, five a.m.

To do what I did yesterday morning, go to band practice.

"That is too early." They say.

But those words comes in one ear and out the other.

Something about it makes me feel good.

Being able to play music, is very pleasant to me.

 

Being in band really gets me going through my day.

It is my highlight in highschool.

The constant laughs, and memories that I've made with all of them are unforgetful.

The sweat we drip, the life lessons we get from our band director, is worth it.

I greet the morning by being outside, playing my music by memory and marching around with hundreds of other people.

I've greated my mornings outside with music for the past four years,

no regrets, just memories and new friendships.

It grew on me and it made me responsible, by being there on time everyday.

 

Band motivates me, I cherish every quality that I have received from it.

At the end everything that happens happened, there is no going back.

Waking up like this is, is how I greet my day.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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