I open my eyes and find
That it is still early.
There are no sounds of any other early risers.
Its my quiet time to think,
And to wonder what today and tomorrow will bring.
How long have I been awake?
Just minutes, or hours?
Time has slipped away into the deepness of my thought.
I notice it is light now.
Someone else is awake,
But they dont choose to take advantage of the quiet time,
And they put an end to mine,
Noisily making breakfast,
Forgetting those still sleeping as well as those awake.