Woken by nightingales
before the day is light
or the ocean full of whales
in the sea of the night.
Woken by the singing birds
before the day’s begun
the book filled up with humming words
and the sky filled up with sun.
Woken
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Woken by nightingales
before the day is light
or the ocean full of whales
in the sea of the night.
Woken by the singing birds
before the day’s begun
the book filled up with humming words
and the sky filled up with sun.
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Beautiful awakenings.
I’d rather be woken by birds than buses.
For sure. Black birds wake us up here.
That’s a privilege 🙂
Considering I live in a city, it sure is.
🙂
This is lovely! I especially love the last two lines.
I see it as a picture book for your new granddaughter.
If she’s like her mother, she’ll be a tyrant for stories. Husband used to fall asleep reading to her (he was tired and she always wanted the same stories) and she’d look at him and say, “Read it!”
Hahahaha. I love it. I used to enjoy that bedtime story time (most of the time).
Marthe loved an interminable story that husband hated. He tried to gloss over certain pages but she always knew when the words had changed and insisted he read IT ALL!
They always know! 😀
They’re born knowing 🙂
Hahaha. Yes!
This set me smiling. (K)
One of those rhymes that come out of nowhere, just for fun.