Unspoiled mornin'

19 2 2
                                    

It's five o' clock in the mornin',Just spent the whole night hard studyin. A feble light soaks in through the window,Followed by a breeze so fresh and free,They call me, and I go out to chase after them.Oh, what a joy, the birth of a summer's day,While the moon still smiles above me, rising sun paint the sky yellow white and blue,And the little birds doth sing.The town fountain gurgles happily nearby,Its sound like a waterfall enchanted by faeries.None's awake, everyone still sleeps.  My parents, the neighbours, everyone still lies in their hot and sweaty beds.The pub is closed, night disturbers too are gone.

Only I feel this subtle breeze on my skin, 

instead of sweatin' in an empty bed,

The water's voice merged with the bird's singin'.

A seagull flies over my head, so beautiful and free, maybe headin' towards some distant beach.       

Oh, how joyful is Summer in its earlier hours, 

when neither man nor heat spoil its pureness,

And I can become one with nature, 

Sparkling with joy despite the work of man,

And perhaps with God himself. 

                                                              


I have to go now, study's not over yet,

But thanks to this poem,

that morning vision will stay in my heart for good,

And that's quite a way to greet my soul's mood.

You've reached the end of published parts.

⏰ Last updated: Aug 11, 2015 ⏰

Add this story to your Library to get notified about new parts!

Unspoiled mornin'Where stories live. Discover now