I Arise Poem by me poet yeps poet

My bed is made,
curtains drawn,
daylight is here,
night has gone.

Brushed my teeth,
splashed, wow my face,
I begin
with morning's grace.

Tea has been served
offering warmth on a wintry day.
Sun is not yet in sight,
perhaps on its way.

The Metro halts with precise restraint,
resumes again at an arrows speed.
Thousands commute by it,
as a distinct travelers creed.

I stay at home,
enjoy the morning
birds singing,
calling out in the wake of dawning.

It is just another marvelous day,
maybe something special could happen
Ah! today.
only as the day does unfold,
real truth will be boldly told.

Good morning everyone,
have a great day.
Speak wise words
Happy and sound you'll stay.