rise n shine

[jspj1971]

Morning dew on fresh bloomed petels,
the chill of nite the frost and bites each settles.
The breaking of a new day with its hopes and dreams;
cares and worries shed through the nite so silly their relevance of it seems.
Eight hours of rest and regeneration;
ready to tackle any task each in their own delegation.
Step by step the battle won;
conquer each strife expouse the ends learn a lesson know every one.