Wake up son now, it is about time!
A morning lit with crayons is an artist’s paradise.
The sky will undergo a change of clothes now,
With an array of colours, it will it be dignified.
The day will be brushed with haze and vigor,
The clouds of summer will be pristine and white.
Leave your territory now, I command, or maybe,
‘Milking, Harvey the cow, should suit you fine’.
Your brother has been bit by the bug of romance terribly,
He’s been howling for that next door bitch, the whole night!
Rise up, for the sun is waiting to play with you,
Seize the day, every moment could be a surprise.
I know you did lose a football match but son,
The tears you left in grass, will teach you about life.
Cuddle up to every season, bloom infinite,
Why don’t you refuel, your soul’s appetite?
So wake up, as boundless life is immersed in every day,
And the real analogy lies in deriving joy, every time.
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