POEM - Morning

Morning

The sunlight of the morning
As you go to walk the dog
The mist in the distance
Looks like moving fog

You hear the cheeping of small birds
In the trees as you walk by
You see some small dead animals
On the road which makes you sigh

The morning air is very crisp
Your body feels cold too
Your mind drifts to the day ahead
And what you have to do

The morning’s very calm
So sit and take in the peace
Before the peak hour traffic flows
Negative energies can be released


Written by David Boyce
31 December 2006