I can hear the sweet song
Of a lonely bird in the morn
When a streak of light strikes
The treetops when the night is gone
I can see the gray clouds
Fleeting across the blue sky
When over undulating horizon
Faint trace of darkness goes to die
I utter a prayer in His
Glory to start my busy day
Soft wind brings a new hope
To face hardships in a brave way
Soft wind brings a new hope To face hardships in a brave way A beautiful ode to the birth of a day, the morning nature. Thanks for the sharing, revered Sir. 10+++ for it. Regards, Subhas.
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Hearing sweet song of a new bird fills mind in hope and cheer. We can witness glory to smart busy day. An interesting and beautiful poem shared has a rich imagery.10
You are right about morning scene Sir. Thanks for support.