Poezja

The sun wakes up to begin the morning,
As he starts to rise from the atmosphere he Thinks about the schedule that’s been prepared for today,
He has a conversation with the clouds about what to expect,
The Trees butt in shaking its branches to what the clouds have to say,
The leaves run away, the sand being noisy waits to listen, but the water moves along ignoring the conversation
Instead the water relaxes singing a silent song in order to generate peace for the earths’ creatures.