What morning means to me

-Khushi Sharma

The big bright sun

I woke up in the morning with

The brightness of the sun on my face

I glanced at my watch and to my bathroom

I did the race

For mornings are meant to be hurry

Mornings are meant to run

They don’t even grant you a moment

To sit back and admire the golden sunshine

Don’t let your mornings to be like this

Try to make it a special one

For not every morning you will get

A chance to wake up to a bright red apple.