Written by: Jacque Graham

Sometimes in the winter my teeth will chatter
Getting out of bed makes such a clatter
waking up is no fun when all I want is the warmth of my blanket

But, although waking up is never fun
The new day beacons, come, come
Opportunities await
Invigorating is the new day
Swimming, weightlifting, learning new things

If no one got out of bed, what would this world be?
Unproductive, sad, and gloomy
Is that how you want to see our future?