Waking Up
Waking up early
at five-fifty-five.
I rock on my porch
as the forest comes alive.
The birds sing softly
as a deer strolls along.
Olive Oil is lurking
in search of her throne.
The sky is outlined
with tree tops so high.
Colors dapple through
to announce the sunrise.
I hope everyone
has a good day.
Please, don’t forget,
take time out to play.
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porches and playing = poetry!
Indeed
🙂 Watching the sunrise when the forest comes alive, being an observer of nature…is a good start to anyone’s day.
Absolutely!