THE WAY MY DAY GOES
Early morning I wake up to see the sun rise,
Which is prodigious than the football's size.
The color of the sun which is orange,
Make my conviction completely strange.
I see the birds fly high in search of food,
And then they come back to their wood.
The charming voice of birds chirping,
Fill my heart and I enjoy peeping.
The refreshing wind that blows,
My heart becomes to them close.
I wish they could give me a welcome,
So that even I could enjoy some.
The movement of the buoyant trees,
Make myself cold and freeze.
They are for the birds a home,
Whoever desires can build a dome.
If it was a drizzling rainy day,
It will be astounding, I would say.
The droplets of rain that are pure,
Justifies they are exquisite for sure.
Later in the sunny afternoon,
After I had my meal soon.
When I come out of my house,
I watch my pussy running behind mouse.
Then I wait for the sun to set,
With my little pussy pet.
It is very pleasing to see the twilight,
When I am filled with soothing delight.
At last for the white moon to arrive,
Makes my rapture to go for a drive.
I spend my time at the moon looking,
Leaving all my work including cooking.
After a long time, having my dinner,
I discern I am the solitary winner.
As I relished my day to the core,
Not even confronting any kind of sour.
Finally I conclude my day after a recall,
Thinking me as a pretty doll.
Then I go to my dreams lying on my bed,
Wearing a dress of wool woven red.