Breathe The Fresh Morning Air Poem by ENOCH JOHN

Breathe the fresh morning air when Aurora is awakening,
And the timorous sun has not begun to shine his sharp rays earthwards;
Breathe the thin desert air in the morning when the dewey grass,
Glistens like velvet when sun's timorous rays shine earthwards,
And the squirrels begin to play and the deer lifts his head.

Breathe the fresh morning air when Aurora has awakened,
And the beauty of nature begins to reveal herself;
Flora and fauna walking hand in hand in synergy,
As we breathe the fresh morning air unpolluted by the city's din.