Softly the dawn draws back curtains of night.
Softly the sun brings to earth its bright light.
Softly the blackbird’s song welcomes the dawn
And I quietly awaken and give my first yawn.
Softly my mind comes to life and I think.
Softly my eyes slowly open and blink.
The alarm’s not gone off and now I am late
And I cannot think “softly” when I feel irate.
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