First Ray... Poem by Neela Nath Das

Falling on the upper
leaves of the tall trees,
the first ray wishes- - - -
Good Morning.
The birds swoops down
to pick up grains
for them and for
their nestlings.
Yesterdays' grief
is wiped away
by the crystal
light of the first
rising Sun.
Hope comes up
from the heap
of last night's
forsaken despair.
Breeze blows to
awake buds.....
In the eastern
vermilion sky
the Sun rises.....
A very good morning
to every one!