Call of the Morning

It's about whatever you get out of it. No more, no less.

Varying degrees of pedigree
Shall set you free

To lie against the trees
To sleep amongst the bees

An unbroken ease
Seeping all throughout all's eve

Escape into fey's embrace
And swim through her seas

The sweet call of the morning
Come away with me to midnight
Where the angels dress in mourning

Author's Note

Maybe it's good, maybe it's not. I like the way it turned out honestly.
Edit: I think this might be about escapism now that I'm squinting at it.