A Poem A Day #123

Mornings

Songbirds are the reason
I wake so early in the morning.
I must hear their orchestra
Or my day is unsatisfied.
And I must see the sunrise,
Or the hours will be darkness.
And I must smell the dew on the grass,
Or all other scents are deadened.
Mornings are filled with such life
And energy, and it is very much a shame
If I miss out on even a single moment of it.

By Catherine Joy

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