Eyes closed
Mouths shut
Sweetly sleeping
Birds tweeting
Everything seems peaceful
Hushed children still sleeping
But busy parents wake
Oh what a wonderful morning
Not...
It begins a stressful day
A day of destruction
And dread
A day where some may
Cry and others flea
Although there is the
Odd three
Who shall laugh at the fools
In the early Morning
Waiting for the dreadful days start