Good Morning Poem by Thomas Martinez

Get up from your deep slumber
Where you'd dream like a king
Let the light shine through you
Until a new song you sing.

How mysterious is the art of Sun
The way he paints In golden lines,
How melodious is a cuckoo's whistle
When it Wishpers at the beginning of time.

Free yourself from all your past sins
To let your future not be haunted,
Drink all those words of sermons
Until your mind is iron moulded.

Welcome your life with a new day
Sometimes its hurricane, sometimes a breeze
It doesn't matter how hard it hits
Its only your victories thàt you seize.

After a long day of Sorrowful misery
I know how heart is weakened,
With the last hope of Pandora's box
I Wish you Good Morning again.

the Sun paint Along The sky with its brash
Let your sleep be broken with a cuckoo's melody
Let the morning rays come
through the shadows of clouds