A distant night bird mocks the sun
I wake as I have always done,
To freshly scented sycamore
And cold bare feet on hardwood floor
My steaming coffee warms ny face
I'm diappointed in the taste
But there's a peace the early brings
The morning world of growing things
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I feel the moments hurry on
It was today, it's died away,
And now it is forever gone
And I will drink my coffee slow
And I will watch my shadow grow
And disappear in firelight
And sleep alone again tonight