The Birth Of Morning

Lady night breathed her last

Gathering all her traces

“The poets delight” ran down the sky past

In its scurry to keep place

The cock in its slumber

Tickled by the golden rays

That poured down through the air

Setting the scene ablaze

The morning beauty once again

God, what psalm can I sing

For this agstract elegance that we gain

Spreading freshness to every minute thing

There runs the lane

Puddling with the nights snivels

And winding beyond my window pane

Here I come, o morning marvel

Music they were that I heard anew

A fusion so rare

The notes, that nature alone knew

Having for them a perfect flair

The splash when the feet

Stamped the oasis

The drops after the feat

Dropping back-the withdrawal tears

The green branches fanning through

The air misty n cold

Yet losing leaves a few

In its battle for beauty hold

The crisp remnants of the battle

Crumbling under my heels

Yellow at the winds throttle

Brown at the lack of the caress

Hey, what is that I hear..

There the birds scaling the infinite

Its their wings beating the air

And the soft chirps, potent but light

The lane embroidered with mature flowers

Now showed a meadow so quiet

I have no counts of the hours

As I gazed the green ground, suddenly m a poet

Capping the grass, the sparkling diamond

Thanks to the fire of the sky

Then came the breeze, the juvenile wind

A craft for him to fly

Humbled the grass, helping the flight

Fell he, on the petalled bed

Dancing through the soft carpet

A serene velvet red

Asmy eyelids covered the pupil

Oscillated by the energized breeze

Empty was the scene of thrill

Melted he, on the floral sneeze

A second lasted his existence

An inch ran his journey

Yet one of tranquility n exuberance

Not just enjoyed, but lent too surely.

Just then, it began to drizzle

O sky, how merciful to this morning walker

A drop that fell, I gently gave a nuzzle

But there came a thousand…about the rain?

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