Good morrow.

As the sun hits horizon my,
feet hit the ground i,
hear birds singing their,
cheerful sound my,
puppy licks good morning her,
breath needs attention we,
need our first meal the,
cars go to work they,
blow exhaust in air it,
breezes through trees which,
shake off midnight freeze i,
hear birds singing their,
cheerful song it's,
a cheerful one we,
agree, it is,
a good morrow.