Early Mornings Poem by Kenneth R Jenkins

The sun didn't rise of yet
For it's early and the night slips away quietly
Like a thief it steals away,
Then sneaks up on you without notice.
Day strarts moving like a snail
Slowly but surely it moves
In motions and movements like never before.
And when the sun rises up
Raising its sleepy head shinning
Brightly and that's when the day moves
Even faster than ever in a pace of a rabbit
As the people travel along
Going about its business as usual
Hustle and bustle keeping up with the day
As early mornings bring about a change that day.

(April,2005)