Good morning

Good morning

Good morning, says the ball of clouds

In the sky,

Ready to play with my

Gloomy groggy self;

It knows I am not ready,

Doesn’t ask, no judgements,

It goes with the other living creatures

Chirp, chirp, mew, mew, bhow, bhow

They start playing on the field…

The wind blows the whistle

Everyone’s at the centre,

Running forward and backward

Everyone’s a stopper

Throwing in and out

The white ball…

In a while

The cloud falls

Everyone drenched,

Shouts, Goal, goal, goal!

I decide to play tomorrow,

Catch the moment

When the ball re-appears and invites

Me with a good morning!

09 July 2014