Morning

Early morning
I rise before the sun
I hear the call already
Of the Chachalaca
I yawn
I stretch my arms to God
I pray for rain
To wet my chile pepper seeds
I pushed them into the ground yesterday
I pray for strength
To ignore father's biting words
I can't predict may come
I must work hard today
Days are for that
Nights I rest
Up
Time to brew a cup
I pray
I do my best