Another old poem from the vaults...circa 1996, from somewhere in India...

Awake

The ridiculous morning rooster cries

Arise and join your world

The sun is up

Red and Fiery

Casting sharp light on the land

And, suddenly

Nothing is hidden

In your plush

Flower-papered bedroom

You are warm

Beneath soft, pleasant sheets

And comfortable

Your head sunk nicely

In enveloping pillow

I will rest yet, you say

My dreams are pleasant

I am not yet ready to face

The day

My dreams are grand, and noble

Mighty adventures

And oh so safe

Being only dreams

Awake!

The rude bird screams again

Leave your petty dreams

Let your eyelids struggle open

To the magnificent blaze

Of morning

Streaming through your painted windows

Awake I say again!

You have slept long

Your limbs are stiff

You had best check your house and fields

Lest

While you sleep on, in mighty dreams

The thief has come

Stolen all you once possessed

Taken your lambs away

While they had yet to see

This dawn.