Wakey Wakey

Red rooster is crowing, perched on a split rail fence, In the bloom of a rosy dawn, when all nature is tense. In the chocolate colored trees, of the emerald leaves, Baby bluebirds are cheeping, to the spicy warm breeze. The flowers bob and curtsey, with many colorful cheers, In a love affair that's endured, ages of sunlit years! Purple shadows are drifting, the world partially awake, And it's still a shadowy mystery, what destiny will make. Perky squirrels are scampering, the sun is on his way, Sweet life is beginning again, for it's a brand new day!