The Early Bird Gets The Worm Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Sun creeps up, a painted sky,
Birds begin their cheerful cry.
A quiet peace, a gentle start,
Fills my mind and heals my heart.

Others sleep, they miss the view,
The morning light, so fresh and new.
But this lone time, it feels so right,
Bathed in nature's golden light.

Every sense awake and bright,
Filled with calm and pure delight.
No rushing feet, no hurried sound,
Just peace and joy all around.

Morning's gift, a precious thing,
The energy it helps to bring.
A quiet world, before the day,
Chases all the blues away.