Yawn clean your sleep mummified eyes
And peer out of cocooned warmth
Into the first slow staggers of sunlight
Dawn has already edged her way across
The perfect blue sky of morning
And tired of industry has retired away
She has left her freshly laundered, kitten soft clouds
Scuttering school children freed for the summer holidays
Of fun-packed frolicking indifferent days
The green of the landscape
Hurts your sleepy, early eyesight
With vibrant intensity of rain-fed good health
The rest of the day beckons you forward
And demands some degree of contribution
Concentration on sleepy limbs achieves motion
And you turn back the bed clothes
Struggle your feet free from tangles
Till they swing from bed to cold morning floor
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