I am the yawn, that you make in the morning,
That makes you realise that a new day is dawning.
I am the goo that gets stuck in your eyes,
Which for us humans is no surprise.
I am the cold temperature that makes you shiver,
Then wakes you up so you get dressed quicker.
I am the sound of the rain behind behind your walls,
That continuously and quickly falls.
I am the eggs that spit in the pan,
I am the man you smile at at work who has a dark tan.
I am your day, that keeps smiling and working,
And for that, I will always be fighting and lurking.