melody of mornings

Drops of rain,
Jumps down the leaves,
To the wind that sings,
A howling song.

Cries the mouth,
Of a restless alarm,
That wants to shout,
Time, out to the world.

The tap fizzes,
Its soul out a nozzle,
With dried up veins,
That long has caught rust.

Clings and clangs,
The trings and trangs,
The chorus of morning
Has started,

Yet another day!