Morning has broken

It's a morning of

Infinite possibilities 

And everything 

Might change

Showers heavy

Thunder likely

Time to cut away

This knee high rough

Heads are in the valley

Waiting to

Break the news

Afraid of losing

Their ground

Habits are shaped

Dependency and addiction


And the lady of sunlight 

Crashes through

The clouds

Shaking her golden locks

And spilling them 

Across the sky

Feeding the owls of hunger

Who hoot

From deep within their

Hidden nests

Waiting to be heard

Waiting to be free


The power is 

Well and truly 

In your hands

Feel it surge

Feel it fizz

Feel the glow 

And if only

For one day

Do something 


◄ All the same to me

The lobster bucket ►


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