When Morning Comes

April 2, 2009
By Rebecca Heilweil PLATINUM, New York City, New York
Rebecca Heilweil PLATINUM, New York City, New York
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We get up in the morning and hear the birds chirp,
And wind bristle,
And our heartbeats play along in melody.

We get up and feel natural, reborn.
Before we say our first word of the day, of the year, of our life.

We feel organic and free.
Even when it rains and snows.
We understand the meaning of life.
For a brief second. We know.

That is because morning has come.

And then materialistic and corrupt things take away the meaning.
People call our names, we reach for our paychecks, we hope that one day we’ll be the celebrities of the world. Free to do what they want. But even they are constrained.

And then we go to sleep, and dream of that.

But there is always a chance to start again. And to take in the meaning for the brief minute before the world out there calls you.

You’ll always have your chance to start anew. You just have to wake up and dream of better dreams.

The author's comments:
I wrote this piece to express the feeling I have when I wake up in thr morning. How everything is fresh and knew and exciting. And how dreams that you have overnight are clearest to you conscious mind as you are waking up.

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