An Uneasy Morning
by Lord R.e. Taylor
Usually morning is a symphony
Leaves rustling in the breeze
Kids on their way to school
And millions of birds
Every species all together
Owning every tree you can see
But there is a scary side to mornings
Those rare mornings with no breeze
No kids laughing and playing outside
And the trees dead silent with no birds
Even your heartbeat and breathing are silent
It is then when if feel like world ended
Or maybe you have left that world behind
But if you have patience the world will return
The breeze will blow, the kids will play
And the birds will once again wake you up
Then your life will be normal
And you WILL be happy
© Poem – XXVI/V/MMXXVI
LRET


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