Just a mornings

I wake up with the sun’s first light,
And stretch my arms with all my might.
The world is quiet, the air is still,
And I feel a sense of peace and thrill. The birds outside begin to sing,
Their melodies are a joyful thing.
I sip my coffee, take a breath,
And feel alive, no need for rest. The morning air is fresh and cool,
A perfect time to break the rule,
And take a walk, or run, or bike,
And feel the wind upon my psyche. For me, the morning is a gift,
A time to ponder, dream, and lift,
My spirits high, my heart aglow,
A morning person, this I know.