No time for mourning
The start of the day

The start of what it will become
And it's outcomes

Taking a deep breath to fill the lungs
Getting ready for the things that you will have to overcome

And not run from
The everyday humdrum

Never playing dumb
Not living the day numb

The morning
How could you think of it boring

When it is life dawning
It is the world and life performing

In it's yawning
Quietly, without alarming

For now always returning
The morning