A chill was emanating all around,
It was just the sunrise in the morn',
I got up and know what I found?
The leaves and grass just new born.
I peered through the window sill,
The sky was blue and golden cake,
the world was in the bed still,
while I was wide awake.
The cuckoo started a lovely ballad,
which was a lovely song,
I listened to it in a fad,
and got lost in, for so long.
The nature was fresh and lively then,
I was tempted to be with it,
but the alarm bought me back to my ken,
to a clumsy world around me knit.
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