early riser

I wake up early to be bucolic,

to listen to the breeze,

when all souls tend to frolic,

round and round their dreams.

how could you sleep,

when all the trees,

are dancing through the glass.

how could I rest,

when when all the birds,

are serenading me.

Reviews

[Black Cat Fever]

A very lovely poem. The your words bring to life the beauty of spring in all is glory.
A very well done poem.

[beckyflowa]

aw thank you very much!:)

[Black Cat Fever]

You are very welcome.