Body moving,
stretching and a yawn,
stretching and a yawn at the break of dawn,
waking the sleep from the eyes,
mesmerised,
by the sunlight coming through the window,
as tired eyes,
tired eyes are rejuvenated,
and intoxicated by the sunlight,
that fights off the night without a pause.
Body moving,
stretching and a yawn,
stretching and a yawn at the break of dawn,
time to rise,
time for coffee and orange juice and breakfast,
here at the table as we sit with excited minds,
excited about the day that has just got its start,
as the sunlight comes through and enters you,
oh, the sunlight how it rouses the heart.
Here, just after dawn,
sat with the ones we love,
laughing and joking,
and grooving on the thoughts,
that are inspired by the sunlight,
and that are quickly being born,
as we find inspiration in our imaginations,
and find great fascination in the possibilities to come,
and as we plan and scheme,
how beautiful the time together is,
and how glorious the possibilities,
and what a happy scene,
as the sunlight comes through the windows,
and we conjure up our dreams,
our dreams that work has delayed far too often,
because work is mean,
and here we are about to get in the car,
and head for new destinations and a holiday,
that we for far too long have long wanted,
and in which we will find the rejuvenation that we need,
and for which we have pleaded,
and which is a reality,
as we sit here,
body moving,
stretching and a yawning,
stretching and a yawning at the break of dawn,
soon to be free,
free of work that deprives us of happiness in life,
and of which we far too often bemoan and mourn.
