A quick shimmer
of glittering, blinding light
peers down at me
worriedly
through the green,
leafy tree tops
and I turn
my sleeping body round
covering myself
in a blanket of earth
hiding my half-opened eyes
in a pillow of leaves
as the bright rays
continue to call
good morning, good morning
and I groan
five more minutes, sun
but the beaming light
is hard to ignore
as my skin soaks
in its warmth
so I give in
and peel myself off the ground
and listen
to the rumbling waters of a nearby river
as they whisper
good morning, good morning.
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 10:04 PM UTC
A quick shimmer
of glittering, blinding light
peers down at me
worriedly
through the green,
leafy tree tops
and I turn
my sleeping body round
covering myself
in a blanket of earth
hiding my half-opened eyes
in a pillow of leaves
as the bright rays
continue to call
good morning, good morning
and I groan
five more minutes, sun
but the beaming light
is hard to ignore
as my skin soaks
in its warmth
so I give in
and peel myself off the ground
and listen
to the rumbling waters of a nearby river
as they whisper
good morning, good morning.
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