When the birds start to chirp,
And the owl still coos.
The sky a lavender blue.
Wind rustling through the leaves on the trees
with the sweet smell of morning dew.
I get out of bed,
And i stare through the glass.
A perfect morning indeed.
6 rolls around
Everything goes silent,
Not a soul to be seen
Still i stare at the world through the glass.
The world stares back at me
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