Morning waits on no one kid
You must learn to muster you -
Out of that - snoozers bed
For the Sun’s a comin’
Sure, as the skyline signifies so
And take your shadow when you go
May thickets draw your curious eyes
While rivulets race down mountainsides
As snowmelt weeps its trials of tears
Searching for perfect pooling grounds
Where sounds of nature sing and ring
Of all things this good Earth brings
Springs, designed to…stir those lucky souls