A night of sleep has stilled my yawns

Before soft light announces dawn

I often like to lay in bed

And let stray thoughts run through my head

Review my options for the day

Or think of garden beds to lay

Reflect on things I want to do

Ideas begin to boil and stew

And when excitement comes to stay

I pop from bed and start my day

Or, sometimes words begin to flow

While blankets still cover my toes

Turn on the light; grab paper and pen

Watch ink sprout a word garden

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