One’s Writings

Itty bird is first to awake

He greets the fading Night

Calling for Day to take its place

A lone bird calling in the distance

Wakes me up before Day 

Shows her rosy face

He urges me to get up and get ready

For when Day comes with all her energy

I shall be ready

Little bird keeps singing

Calling in Day for over an hour

Until She finally responds

And graces us with light

I am up now

Reading for the work ahead