Hour 13: That One Time You Are Actually Alive in the Early Morning Hours

The sun peeking out of treetops
Is a beautiful sight
The red flowers on the highest branches
Reflect the rays just right
The crow family cawing at the sun?
They just like things that are bright
The early morning dew shines
Like pearls scattered on sands white
Under the same blue sky
A painted picture of true delight.

(Context of the poem: Every one is a poet in early morning hours… Philosopher as well? They certainly feel at peace.. one with all nature ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

4 thoughts on “Hour 13: That One Time You Are Actually Alive in the Early Morning Hours

  1. I love the visuals in this poem. It made me think and nod at how you said the crows just like things bright so they caw at the sun! It is true how we seem to find peace in the early morning hours. Thank you!

  2. I love this poem’s playfulness. This poem and rhyming couplets add a wonderful tone to the poem…Beautiful lines such as “the sun peeking out from the treetops.” Well done!

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