It seems that Sun almost tired burning forever in the vast sky.
He lazily rises for another day.
A flock of birds fly as usual for their daily findings.
Moon hides as she scares to scorch in vain.
Struggle of human wake from scratch to fight and notch up their goals.
How many mornings the man has to wake up until he gets his permanent sleep
And to avoid the life’s Beep?
nimal dunuhinga
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forenoon/
