sonata of the morn
Morning glow
Illuminates away the dark of night
The day is slow
Through clouds shine the first shafts of light
Wild dogs prowl
Tumbling dustbins with all their might
A solitary growl
And they escape, with their prizes, out of sight
A cockerel crows
The sky glimmers away in a pale white
Nobody knows
What the day will bring, if not delight
It might go slow
Or maybe take us on a rollercoaster ride
What today will sow
Comes forth of morn's illusions, so bright