Poetry = No. 2

Rising up from my sleep,

I can hear my phone go beep.

Floorboards creaking,

Running through the corridor.

Footsteps louder than mine,

Birds chirping from outside.

I feel the sun’s warmth,

Coming from the East and not the North.

Tree leaves resting against the wind,

Sea waves crashing against each other.

Today and tomorrow will be perfect,

In the trees I can find insects.

The End:)