When the birds start to chirp,

And the owl still coos.

The sky a lavender blue.

Wind rustling through the leaves on the trees

with the sweet smell of morning dew. 

I get out of bed, 

And i stare through the glass. 

A perfect morning indeed.

6 rolls around

Everything goes silent, 

Not a soul to be seen

 Still i stare at the world through the glass.

The world stares back at me