The beautiful morning of today
One off eight thousand is the age I've been told,
Woke up by 4:50 to hear the rooster's crow.
The other birds shout and sing a sweet and pleasant tune;
I haven't slept too much last night so today's naps will have to do.
What this day has planned ahead, still I am unsure.
That's the beauty of it all, a journey to unfold.
Where I go and where I see is up what I wish,
So that's enough poetry let's go make a brekky dish.