The clouds make way,
for the sun to make a smooth appearance,
as the golden ball emerges,
and envelopes the darkness of night,
moving slowly,
bringing to life,
mere mortals on land,
who wake up with the sun’s first rays,
and the birds,
that sing in Divine praise,
and chirp away the morning song,
the flowers that blossom,
of all colours and shapes,
shining of morning dew,
smelling of beauty and life;
the golden ball smiles down,
at all the songs,
breathes in the fragrances,
follows the motion,
that marks a new day;
that marks life!
A most beautiful write, filled with rich immagery, Thank you for letting me read, , Mehreen,
Golden ball lost its way drowned in my coffee mug there is blinding light in every vein sun of your absence never sets hither Wonderful Mehreen- :)
I think you have described daybreak so well here, I really enjoyed reading it, Best wishes Lynda x
good one nature abundant reminds the day break/dawn
a nice and refreshing write indeed, you defined the beauties of the day break very beautifully here, very well penned...thanks 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem, well penned. Ian