Good morning sunrise, you sneaky devil you.

Some mornings you are welcome here,

but other days, we’re through.

I don’t mind you when I wake at home

and see my children sleeping

finding my way to the coffee machine

before I perform a mental roam.

But the days I hate you, yes despise is a good word,

is when you don’t get up with me because it’s not your turn.

You’re never there at 4am and rarely before five.

I’m left to struggle by myself with your colleague – Mr. Moon.

His rays are not as passionate and he really makes me sleepy.

Not sure what kind of friend he is, but I’d consider shaking

one who rides around in your shadows and tries to steal your glory.

Mr. Sun, I cannot tell you what to do, only how I feel, but I think

we’d get along much better if you chose to be in sync

with me for the early flights so I wouldn’t be so bitter.

Regardless, I say good morning today, as you see you start to glitter.