chandra thiagarajan

Early morning the sun's rays brings
The effulgence. The bird sweetly sings!

We open our eyes to a fresh new day.
And the morning breeze fans us away.

The colourful flowers happily sway,
Alluring the butterflies with them to play.

Clouds of cotton sail over the azure sky,
The green trees sway their branches by.

The mellifluous music assails our way,
Nature enchants us all over the day.

Our minds at these bounce and say,
The world is for us to be glad and gay.

Absolutely, our blessings we rarely realize,
We only harp on our deprivation and criticize!