Early Morning, The

morn things burst from within me the ocean wave the cries of seagulls sweep of vapours those few twinkling stars and the shiny planet that slowly loses itself in the glare of daylight in me a flower blooms the day that slowly dawns light inches itself into me the way the petals slowly spread themselves out welcoming each day gracing it with such beauty each of my acts i make sure would make the day worth it my heart slowly blooms like the roses every new day every mistake, a sting on the petal by an unwelcomed ant inspired by Early Morning, The The moon on the one hand, the dawn on the other: The moon is my sister, the dawn is my brother. The moon on my left and the dawn on my right. My brother, good morning: my sister, good night. Hilaire Belloc