Leaves rustle, and grass dances
As the wind sweeps across
To kiss the falling dewdrops
The sun rises with brilliant golden rays
Bathing dewdrops with utmost worship,
Magnificent colors diversify
And, each color speaks a language.
As each lays on the leaves and grass
The meadow sparkles colorfully
Another painting for another day
Nature speaks in many ways
This hour in the morning
Just a fraction of the mystery
Of what nature will ever be
And, of what we will ever see.
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Very refreshing my friend. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful, and it depicts a dawn in mind. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteIsn't it the truth. The colors of the morning speak to swiftly to be fully understood. Even when you understand their native tongue.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, Cyclops :)
ReplyDeletewishes,
devika