Early morning, a couple birds fight and fly

Nothing harmful, just some chirps in the sky

A sleeping girl, her slumber interrupted

Her dreaming soul, cannot be corrupted

Light streaming in, from the window in her room

A pane of glass, through which light dispels doom

Smell of coffee, wakes her further from her sleep

To get her to, committments she must keep

And sudden joy, as she awakens fully

Is felt by her, on this beautiful Sunday morning.