My, Nature's, Alarm Clock

To bed! I say, or at least said, for it is a drowsy morning now.
A beam of pure light mounts an attack on my once dark fortress.
Yet my, artificial, alarm clock tells me that I should, in fact, still be asleep!

So why am I awake at this hour?
For what reason has my nightly hibernation been disturbed?

It is then I hear it, Nature's symphony, the alarm clock built into life.
Right now, in my semi-conscience state, cacophony is a better word.
Bombarded with this siege of sound my only counter is this: to roll over.

And roll over is exactly what I do,
And it must have worked for I'm being disturbed once again!

This time the blame is on the, artificial, cacophony that is my alarm clock.
Repetitive, irritation, rousing and damn right annoying, its hum reverberates.
Oh Nature, where did your sweet symphony go?

By Pete Scopes