I love having to wake up early...

...even if it does mean feeling horrible throughout the rest of the day. The sunrises are worth it, even in dreary England.

The morning harbinger chirps,

Breaks the mould that latches to my eyes,

The eyelids battle with my dreams,

A Pyrrhic victory thought it seems,

But the victor wins the opportunity

to feel liberty at the hands of the sunrise, oh so...

majestic

sublime

wise

I still gaze and wonder at its eternal glory.