Poet's corner entry; The crower

So Early,
So early,
the crower wakes with tone of glorifying crows,
it cackles enjoin'd for hearings to know,
the tale of the night gloom seemingly unfold,
and morning glory that is forced to show.
So early,
we give all our first praise,
to one and only him that creates,
if we hadn't return through the night,
and a journey of heavenly miles,
none to blame thee of our demise,
yet you make us live, you're so kind.
So early,
our dear moon seized its glow,
so we spread'd on wings for a goal,
before the giant sun ever shall grow,
our passion for daily bread has ignited, ready to
go,
ready for the butter'd bread, blessings untold.
¤wizard calidad¤