In the morning
The flood of sunlight fills up the terrace
With its wide robe the earth shine with grace
In the morning
Dew drops hang like pearls on tip of grass
Decked with colors the earth looks like a virgin lass
In the morning
Cool wind blows across dales and meadows
The earth looks stunning through nature's windows
In the morning
There is much merriment by the river side
Silver stream around her neck the earth looks like a bride
In the morning
Divine songs rise from temple and church
In the glory of a new day the earth shines very much
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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The morning is fresh, and holds the promise of a new day, a new beginning. A lovely poem, describing the renewed hope that comes with each new morning.
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