Happiness and morning

There’s a thin line between
Happiness and morning
Coffee and things that brew
Greetings shall fill the air
Yesterday’s grudges will be gone

Tales from sheets will rise
Slowly the choir shall sing
Humming to tunes from closed windows
There will be a resurrection and death
Every fiber shall come alive

The night will not reign forever
With light shall come harvest
Days will only be a number
That even age shall envy
And the two shall become one.

Vera