A morning person

I will always be

love to watch the sun rise

since the age of three

I could do something different

become like an owl

live in the night

listen to the wolves howl

There is beauty

in the shadows of the night

wonderful stories to be told

filled with anxiety and fright

The moon rises

casting light between the trees

wildlife appear as ghosts

using tree limbs as a trapeze

An old story

of the moon chasing the sun

romantic interludes

tales of fun

Life would change

seen from another perspective

mysteries appear

could be a detective

Still I prefer the day

to live in the sun light

watching the sparkles on the streams

everything is bright

When the sun sets

I will close my eyes

dreams filled adventure and joy

till the sun again begins to rise