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: 
Our world


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