The early bird

The early bird

The sun was just rising,
the flowers were half asleep.
The dew was itself doubting,
the leaves were lying in a heap.

The first ray shone through,
as if setting off a mild alarm.
The creatures were still in thought,
to wake up or sleep holding nature's arm.

The flowers half opened their eyes,
were kissed by the golden beam.
Dew drops started shedding their size,
as they glistened in the morning gleam.

Mild and gentle wind whistled,
to wake up the sleepy souls.
Reminding  a long day had to be ushered,
and not to sleep like owls.

Run to be the fast one,
and make your resolve firm.
Time and tide waits for none,
the early bird gets the worm.