Dawn Breaks With Glory Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Scattered drops of dew
Upon grasses of the morn
Shine like jewels as the sky turns
Bright with the rising of the sun

The drooping buds rise
Upon the stalks to play
As the restless bees hum around
Them in the first light of the day

Tender leaves begin to
Flutter in the cool wind
And the cattle march to the fields
Kicking up sheets of dusts behind

Birds move in air fast
Towards the green dale
To pick up early worms and roll
On grass as the sun begins to swell

Dawn breaks with glory
Across the silent earth
Fragrance of fresh flowers spread
Over the huts and winding paths