Good morning to you the world around me

Good morning to rest of the world around me

Good morning to myself

Good morning to me in this life time

Good morning to all the people who are in my life

So to all of you out there

Good morning

To the rest of the world who I haven't yet seen

Good morning

Good morning Jamaica Time is approaching sunshine and laughter Leaving moonlight in disguise When the day star arise Wake up by the misty dew Another day quietly renew Good morning heart beat Time to break the cycle of debate With the challenges of faith To have hope, and love with belief Good morning people Greet the moment with smile Time is filled with swift transit We are the reason today exist Good morning God Last night, in the dream I had I am celebrating your Excellency This world is filled with physical reality From an incredible creation Thank you for this morning The morning dawns, with a golden glow.

It warms the spirit, as the eye beholds.

The tips of tree branches sway to and fro,

as the squirrel glides, in the way, only he knows.

Dew sparkles like jewels, at early dawn,

scampering around, like a new born fawn.

He drinks the dew from off the ground,

while always on guard of what's around.

His bounty, he had buried, then a time before snow,

he seeks to find sustenance, then he must go.

He now has little ones, he must feed.

No one else, do they have to supply this need.

From branch to branch he travels on;

gathering morsels of nourishment.

Out to the branch's tip he ventures upon.

Whoops! A slip, as he finds another limb to grip.

The top of the tree is not far away.

Glowing, the sun lights up his underside.

Searching out food for his family today,

in no world, but his own, does he abide.

Each limb he has ventured, to seek his need,

in hast, but with quite and graceful leaps.

Now, hastily he runs, as a gallant steed,

back to the nest, with food, his family reaps.

Good morning , Darling

Nice to see you so full of life

Hope you had a good nights rest

Hope you didn't let the bed bugs bite

Good morning , Sweetie

Hope you had pleasant dreams

Hope you are ready to go out on the scene

Good morning Precious

you look so anxious and full of glee

I wanted you to know that you mean

the whole world to me

Good morning Sunshine

keep a smile upon your face

On you mark

Get set

Go

The World is waiting for you

I just wanted you to know Poetry (from the Greek "???????", poiesis, a "making") is a form of literary art in which language is used for its aesthetic and evocative qualities in addition to, or in lieu of, its apparent meaning. Poetry may be written independently, as discrete poems, or may occur in conjunction with other arts, as in poetic drama, hymns or lyrics.

Poetry, and discussions of it, have a long history. Early attempts to define poetry, such as Aristotle's Poetics, focused on the uses of speech in rhetoric, drama, song and comedy.[1] Later attempts concentrated on features such as repetition, verse form and rhyme, and emphasized the aesthetics which distinguish poetry from prose.[2] From the mid-20th century, poetry has sometimes been more loosely defined as a fundamental creative act using language.[3]

Poetry often uses particular forms and conventions to suggest alternative meanings in the words, or to evoke emotional or sensual responses. Devices such as assonance, alliteration, onomatopoeia and rhythm are sometimes used to achieve musical or incantatory effects. The use of ambiguity, symbolism, irony and other stylistic elements of poetic diction often leaves a poem open to multiple interpretations. Similarly, metaphor, simile and metonymy[4] create a resonance between otherwise disparate images—a layering of meanings, forming connections previously not perceived. Kindred forms of resonance may exist, between individual verses, in their patterns of rhyme or rhythm.

Some forms of poetry are specific to particular cultures and genres, responding to the characteristics of the language in which the poet writes. While readers accustomed to identifying poetry with Dante, Goethe, Mickiewicz and Rumi may think of it as being written in rhyming lines and regular meter, there are traditions, such as those of Du Fu and Beowulf, that use other approaches to achieve rhythm and euphony. Much of modern British and American poetry is to some extent a critique of poetic tradition,[5] playing with and testing (among other things) the principle of euphony itself, to the extent that sometimes it deliberately does not rhyme or keep to set rhythms at all.[6][7][8] In today's globalized world, poets often borrow styles, techniques and forms from diverse cultures and languages.