And still the sun rises

I’ve new plantation shutters.

They block out all the light.

Conducive to good sleeping,

when day turns into night.

But though it’s dark come morning,

and no light through yonder window breaks,

still I awaken early.

My body stretches and sleep forsakes.

Days start with exuberation

“Get up! Get up! Come greet the day!

” Time for great celebration!”