The light shower came in the middle of the night.
Weather was cool and fine.
The sleeps was like that of a baby that stays in the cradle all night
Morning appears but
No one is willing to rise
The grasses coiled up and
Danced to whistlings of the breeze
The habitual creatures were not yet extinct
They put to fore
Their Froggy voices
In celebration of a glorious morning.

The road to the stomach
is not even near
The food denied for
The weak and lazy
As man must wack
So also man must work
Though,
The morning is sweet but,
Man just must rise and walk
In order to have a better
Beautiful and glorious morning.

Michael-2006

nice one