In the morning I awake to clouds of grey,
and I lay here and wish for colour,
for how so it is I cannot say,
but the universe has designed it so,
and it knows much more about the creation of life,
than me anyway,
and so, I will lay a little while longer in bed,
and I will ignore the grey,
because it affects my moods in such a way,
and I would rather go back to sleep,
go back to sleep,
and dream of the sunshine of a summer’s day,
yes, because without warmth how would we grow,
how would we grow anyway?