Morning

(Picture Credit - Morning Sunrise by Mr Wallpaper com)

Rejoice at Morning’s Miracle,

For We are here again.

The Grim Reaper

Has let us live another day.

God’s Grandeur shines upon us

As, again, the clichéd golden sun

Pokes her head through the Eastern clouds.

An orchestra of chiming birds

Greets the day

As again I say

Rejoice!

I repeat: Rejoice.

Time to check the temperature outside

And scatter some wild birdseed.

Time for breakfast

And the early news.

Time to have a pub-lunch,

Then a game of tennis

Or table tennis

Or snooker.

Morning’s time to meet my Muse,

And listen to her lyrical tunes.

To get composing,

No more dozing:

Broadcasting words

Throughout The Milky Way.

Enjoying the day

I look forward to

Some cloudless skies

So I can sit

And watch the stars.

Paul Butters