The earth lay cool and still
When suddenly a tiny bird
Perched on my window sill
He sang a song so lovely
So carefree and so gay
That slowly all my troubles
Began to slip away
He sang of far off places
Of laughter and of fun
It seemed his very trilling
Brought up the morning sun
I stirred beneath the covers
Crept slowly out of bed
And gently lowered the window....
just kidding like i said earlier my poems are part of me....... i share them with very few people.......in other words i need to get to know you WELL first before i share them with you.......no offense i hope..... but the above poem is basically my attitude on mornings....i hate them...it was sent to me by a friend of mine.....she knows me well