To awaken

To awaken to the sun,
As it bursts within the room.
Shadows dance across the ceiling,
Rabbits riding the fox's back.

Baby sheep like there mother's,
Fall asleep while counting sheep.
While the flowers come out in bloom,
There are many different things to see,
In the shadows dancing across a room.




Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-04-22 at 01:55

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
So sweet, Alan! A morning-song of dawn,

jim
2023-04-22


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
A charming observational piece, Alan.
Blessings, Allen
2023-04-22