Waking up late,
To the brightly shining sun,
Bidding me a 'good morning',
As I roll over in the tangled mess of blankets.
Nothing better,
Nothing better,
Nothing better than the warm rays on my face.
The faint sound of birds singing their morning songs,
The animals scritch-scratching outside the large window.
Nothing better than the excitement that awaits me,
The action-packed plans for today.
Nothing better,
Nothing better.
YOU ARE READING
words like rivers
PoetryThe crappy poems I form in my head at random times. This probably won't even get published. I realized that it's not healthy for me to keep all these in my head all the time, so I put them in a book on here.
