Waking in the early hours of the day,
the sky sits there with no emotions.
Not sad, not happy.
Just like a foetus, it comes with a lot.
The gentle breeze blows but unseen.
The skin loves it.
The sun is still asleep, not waking up soon
and the moon, probably in.
The roaster cries, the best alarm.
Nature is filled with wonders that we fail
to see or realize.
We’re always preoccupied with nothing.