The lark is up to meet the sun,
The bee is on the wing,
The ant her labor has begun,
The woods with music ring.
Shall birds and bees and ants be wise,
While I my moments waste?
Oh, let me with the morning rise,
And to my duties haste.
Why should I sleep till beams of morn
Their light and glory shed?
Immortal beings were not born
To waste their time in bed.
by Jane Taylor.
Artist Ksenia Shafranovskaya
Text and image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://www.facebook.com/531188960392510/posts/1597908473720548/