Day and day and day...

Everyday at the crack of dawn
when everyone still deeply asleep
on the ever so comfy bed
spoiled by distant soft, hopeful hands
coolness personified by the thick mist
blanketing the mountains
morning tears start to drop 
pairs of couple bird chirps
signalling the start of a fine day


Morning like this
makes you think
of what matters and what not
the future and the past
the beginning and the end
of everything that existed


Morning like this
make us think