When Morning Is Best Poem by Antonio Liao

log comes without hesitation and the eyes
looking for a nook, everything seems
fine until the humid air capture
the tiredness of your skin

wise comes within the passion of the zeal
like whirlpool blew and suddenly break its
rain, after all it has come to see the
rainbow

the night comes with wonder, such darkness
overflow till voices of calls heard, seems
fine yet! disturbing to sleep

days comes and counted for every minute, as
it cycle the time, neither one have gone so
far, but the sun had rises from the East, then
the west hold the bell

...take the Morning Best my friend! ! !