morning a new day

The birds sit chittering in the thorn,
   A’ day they fare but sparely;
And lang’s the night frae even to morn,
   I’m sure it’s winter fairly.

Up in the morning’s no for me,
   Up in the morning early;
When a’ the hills are covered wi’ snow,
   I’m sure its winter fairly.

unfortunately EARLY MORNINGS  for myself 

I often been a `get up early` type of person

However l get up way to early these days

My health very good really, but

the stupid `o` clock time, I fall asleep 

Then awaken  are discomforting.

Plus hate all the tablets and medication. 

Having expected troubles with Authority. 

Further way they treat sick `those on benefits`

So I retreat and ponder,

walk and think, sit and pray,

not much else l do at present.

In a monotheistic period,

but old enough to know there is a reason!