I love the glow of first morn;
The rays of Sun malleable & warm;
They gently caress my face;
I smile looking at it, with embrace !
Sound of chirping of birds on trees;
The greetings of the buzzy bees;
Those silvery drops of dew;
Kiss the blades of grass of few !
Soft echos & whispers of cold breeze;
Just makes me freeze !
Its gracious being an early bird;
The happiness, joy has no words ..!!
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- DANESHWARI MIRJI