When the Rooster Crows

When the rooster crows
The Sun lights the sky
Morning’s bright face shows

Frost tickles life's nose
The snores of night die
When the rooster crows

Brisk wind quickly blows
Darkness starts to shy
Mornings bright face shows

Visages expose
Some are not too spry
When the rooster crows

We still deeply doze
In our sleep we sigh
Morning's bright face shows

Time maintains its flows
The Moon starts to shy
When the rooster crows
Morning's bright face shows





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