Creaking of windows signals
Cracking of dawn in the east
Shapes of hills appearing clear
Behind shrinking walls of mist
Cawing of crows on the roofs
Caressing of cows in the sheds
Birds shake wings to wake up
Rub with feet their tiny heads
Caring of small buds by wind
Coming of surly bees to taste
Fresh honey and moving away
To the valleys to hum in a haste
Craving by the silent sun to
Come up and across the sky
Sprinkle dusts of resplendent
Rays as night slowly passes by
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A beautifully crafted poem that sings the morning song melodiously. A spledid write. The rhyming is wonderful like music to the ears with its flow. A fat 10 and to my favorite list.