Morning Poem by DOLAPO EUNICE

Morning had broken;
Bringing up the freshness of the new day
Birds singing and whistling in adoration of the new day
Warm coldness filled the atmosphere
Whitish-blue carpet lined up the skies;
Given the beauty of the morning; human yawning and streching out of bed and thanking God for the new day
Rising to do their early duties, making haste before the morning goes down
Oh morning
So pleasant
So cool
Full of new aspiration and achievement
Full of hope
Full of sweet coincidence