Morning Time
When the sky wakes up and there is sunlight,
and the sky become bright as white,
then comes morning time
waking everyone with an alarm's chime.
Then, we see birds chirping in trees,
and see the house of bees.
The morning breeze touches us,
and that's the only time we don't make a fuss.
Dew drops on leaves and flowers,
the beauty of morning, explains nature's powers.
During, this time everything seems so puerile,
and running 2 rounds is like running a mile.
And the advantages of morning can never end,
and if you don't believe me, ask your friend.
And then comes the night when the sun sets in the west,
But according to me, morning time is the best.
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