Morning Poem by Arabambi Obaloluwa

What a morning it is!
Though I called it wonderful
Even when the birds ain't chirping
The sun too shy to express its feeling
Calmly perched are the goats

What a morning it is!
Though I called it wonderful
The cocks too cold to crow
Leaving tortoises rolling in their beds
And men reluctant to interact

What a morning it is!
Though I called it wonderful
The greens gently dancing to the tune of the breeze
A busy one, but all necessities met
Works getting done every single thick

What a morning it is!
Though wonderful.