Morning Breeze.

A morning breeze blows gently by.
Through it hungry birds to gently fly.
The sky above clear and blue.
On the ground crisp clear morning dew.
All around the smell of breakfast cooking.
Some nosy neighbours through their curtains looking.
Another day has awoke.
A busy day for working folk.
I sip gently on my breakfast tea.
In my garden squirrels swing and climb up the old oak tree.
Soon for work I'll have to leave.
In a peaceful world i do believe.