Good Morning Poem by Merit Writes

O yeah the son of man,
Here comes the Almighty blessing,
The yellowish form of the morning sun,
that signifies that a lovely day as just begun,
Can you hear the little bird chirping,
Oh, they can be heard well when resting.

My bed is my best companion,
undisturbed by the loudest canyon,
I wish I could sleep longer,
admiring the sun ray,
that I can't afford to miss anyway,
but Life summon me stronger.

The clouds have wake me up,
Can I get a steaming coffee in cup,
to bless my morning,
and make it admiring.

No more yesterday,
make today a better day,
The day is not too crowded,
yet not deserted,
The roads are a sight of busy city converted.

Today is fresh and new,
just like he early morning dew,
Remember it is Workday
and not Saturday.
Good morning