At 7:59, before 8 o'clock,
The world begins to gently unlock.
The sunrise creeps, a bit earlier each day,
Casting gold hues in a subtle display.

The nights grow shorter, the mornings bright,
With each new dawn, more warming light.
The sun climbs higher, a welcome sight,
Chasing away the lingering night.

Birds begin their morning song,
Announcing that the day's not long.
With whispers of a new day's start,
In nature's rhythm, we take part.

So greet the dawn with open eyes,
A gift of light from morning skies.
As days stretch longer, and dark gives way,
To the earlier promise of each day.

In the world of texting, swift and bright,
Where autocorrect wields its might,
I tried to say a simple "Yes,"
But my phone had plans, oh what a mess.

"Yo!" it typed with confidence bold,
As if my words were dipped in gold.
"Yo!" it said, to be down with the kids,
While I just stared, closing my eyelids.

My boss asked if I'd seen the file,
I meant to say "Yes," with a smile.
But autocorrect had other schemes,
And "Yo!" it sent, shattering my dreams.

"Yo, I've got it," seemed too cool,
My boss now thought I was a fool.
In meetings hence, they giggled low,
At every "Yo!" my texts would show.

My daughter inquired, "Will you come for tea?"
"Yes," I tried, "Of course, it's me!"
But "Yo," sent with a swipe,
Left her thinking I’d joined a new type.

Autocorrect, oh mischievous sprite,
Turning my "Yes" to "Yo!" each night.
Down with the kids, it had me bound,
While I just sighed, round after round.

So now I double-check each text,
Ensuring my “Yes” is truly fixed.
But once in a while, it slips, and so,
I’ve learned to live with a little “Yo.”

In twilight's glow, we traipse the heathered hills,
Wi' hearts aglow an' spirits wild an' free.
The haggis hides, an' silence softly fills,
The Highland air, as far as eyes can see.

Wi' cautious steps, we seek its secret lair,
Among the rocks an' bracken where it roams.
The whispers o' the wind, the cool night air,
Guide oor pursuit tae ancient Scottish homes.

The moon, oor guide, bestows its silver light,
On rugged paths where nature's wonders blend.
In tales o' yore, the haggis takes its flight,
A creature rare, tae chase, but no' offend.

Fer in this hunt, 'tis no' the prize we seek,
But memories made, an' friendships unique.

They ask me where it comes from,
It comes from all around,
The other day it hit me,
As I was walking into town.

It's in the bustling city,
The quiet countryside,
The murmur of a gentle stream,
The ocean's mighty tide.

It's in the laughter of a child,
The tears of a goodbye,
From the dawning of a new day,
And the twinkling stars up high.

It's in the pages of a book,
In the rhythm of a song,
From the beauty of a moment,
To the memories of lifelong.

They ask me where it comes from,
It's everywhere, I say,
In every breath, in every beat,
In the journeys of each day.

Have I forgotten how lovely you were,
In the haze of anger, beneath the blur?
Your beauty once shone, a guiding star,
Now lost in shadows, distant and far.

Rage clouded my vision, distorted the view,
The warmth of your smile, the kindness you drew.
In the heat of the moment, I failed to see,
The grace and charm that once captivated me.

Have I forgotten the light in your eyes,
The laughter that echoed, the joy in our skies?
Anger consumed, it tore me apart,
But deep down, I knew, you still held my heart.

The storm has passed, the fury has waned,
And I remember the love we sustained.
In quiet moments, your memory's clear,
The beauty you were, forever held dear.

Here where words like whispers flow,
Poetry and lyrics dance and glow.
Two sides of the coin, they share their part,
Melding thoughts, creating art.

Poetry, with a silent breath,
Holds timeless tales within its depth.
A world of rhythm, unvoiced song,
Each line a memory, carried along.

Lyrics, on the other hand, do sing,
Their melodies through air do ring.
Infusing music with heartfelt tale,
In harmonies that rise and sail.

Yet deep within, they bear the same,
Emotions stirred, they stake their claim.
One whispers soft, one sings aloud,
Both lifting hearts above the crowd.

So here they stand, these kindred souls,
In pursuit of art, in different roles.
Poetry, lyrics - side by side,
In them, the human heart does confide.

Unbreaking the cycles that bind
Each day unfolds anew
No longer tethered by rewind
We dream, we rise, we pursue

The loop unspools, unravels clean
Untrapped in history’s snare
The path ahead, unseen, serene
To futures fresh and rare

Boundless days not chained to past
Each dawn a chance to start
No echoes of the shadows cast
Just hope within the heart

Unwinding the knot, unweaving the ties
The story freshly penned
In boundless skies, our spirit flies
To where the horizons extend