Every Morning
At the start of summer
I would travel yonder
To a far away land
Where trees don’t grow on sand
Where flowers bloom and sway
And children dance all day
Where rain tastes like honey
And the air smells so minty
Every morning you’d hear
A cock-a-doodle’s cheer
Everyday is a gift
Boats on river adrift
Clouds prancing like fairies
Taste like cotton candies
Butterflies flee and float
Over one tap-dancing goat
As night falls, the moon sings
A lullaby that brings
A sweet and tender happiness
Like a beautiful enchantress
Everyone goes to sleep
Not a pin drop, no meep
Not even singing cicadas
Express their silly manias
And when the moon gets tired
The morning star feels inspired
To spread wings of warmth and love
To touch it, one needs a glove
Every morning I’d wait
And count from one to eight
For a golden embrace
I remember I used to chase
-AAS
Aidenn's Journey 