I never was an early riser.

As the birds catch the worms,

I’m still caught in my slumber.

The sun rises, heating the air.

As I sleep, the ice melts:

Everyone else gets quite a scare.

Loud sounds echo. The sounds of war.

As screams ring out,

I only snore.

I wake up and the world is gone.

I never saw the changes on the horizon.

I never was an early riser.