Morning comes
the sun rises red,
I want to stay
at home in bed.
My pillow is soft.
My quilt is warm.
If I stay here
I'll come to no harm.
Do you have mornings when you'd rather just stay in bed? When you want to just turn over and go back to sleep? A poem written about the morning is called an aubade, if it's written about the night, or evening it is called a serenade. Can you write your own poem about the morning--your aubade? Make it fun.
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