It's when the animals come out to play.
When the night begins to fade away.
The sun rise colors all pink and red.
When people just start to get out of bed.
Many shun the morning light.
Glaring at them oh so bright.
Please oh please just give it a chance,
And not look at it if you were to throw a lance.
So get up early night owls,
You may wear you blanket like a cowl.
Just this once you will see,
The sun glittering like a golden key.
With colors painted across the sky,
And little birds beginning to fly.
It tells it self like a story.
The beautiful morning glory.
Copyright © Allison Shao | Year Posted 2017
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