Morning Thoughts

I wake up to the sound of birds Having short skirmishes on the lawn I watch through the window the Golden ray rising up in the east at dawn I watch the white clouds passing Slowly over the chain of stoic hills I watch dust rising up the streets as Carts move to fields with creaking wheels I close my eyes as a gust of wind Beats my face and stays in my room Morning time gives me peace and joy Fresh scene of a new day dispels the gloom I watch the flowers open up slowly For the surly bees to draw the honey The buds become sweet danseuses And you can't buy this beauty with money I wish I could stand for an hour more To enjoy morning's serene beauty Alas! This world is full of struggles and Cares and to survive I have to perform my duty