A poem I wrote this morning.
I like to get up
with The Sun,
But she has been lagging lately
Maybe it's the bitter winter breeze,
Maybe that's why she hides from me
in the mornings.
So I guess I'll converse
with The Moon,
But he's to often cold and dull,
with all his talk of rocks, and such.
I think I'll just wait for The Sun
she always brings color to my day.
How do you like it?
I like to get up
with The Sun,
But she has been lagging lately
Maybe it's the bitter winter breeze,
Maybe that's why she hides from me
in the mornings.
So I guess I'll converse
with The Moon,
But he's to often cold and dull,
with all his talk of rocks, and such.
I think I'll just wait for The Sun
she always brings color to my day.
How do you like it?