I like those early, early Mornings,
When the birds are still dazed,
And the sunlight is just a haze.
When suddenly I’m awake,
Not because of nightmares,
The Future, or life’s scares.
Just a yawn here and there,
Alone, thinking, of nothing,
And smiling at everything.
The quiet calm before the storm.
The approach of a hectic day,
That makes you too tired to say,
Those early mornings, when you have time,
to crawl back into bed, and have a few more,
Hours to dream, before the daily war.