When we leave our beds before the sun rises
To behold the beauty of morn with surprises
We feel enthralled and free from scorn
With the dancing dew drops on the corn
The sun lights them with its golden rays
Every heart over there blissfully strays
The enchanting wind that makes them dance
Such scenes come frequently not by chance
The dew drops look like pearls in the Sun
And fill our hearts with a lot of fun
The rising sun is their new hope
And the wind can't see them mope
The birds drinking them with their beaks
Sing in their praise over the peaks
With the dancing dew drops on the corn The sun lights them with its golden rays Every heart over there blissfully strays....oh you are a wonderful nature poet.. sooo lovely you described the beauty of the morning... love it simply. thank you dear poet. it is a joy to read your poem. tony
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The enchanting wind that makes them dance Such scenes come frequently not by chance The dew drops look like pearls in the Sun And fill our hearts with a lot of fun.. lovely poem.. thank you.. it was amazing to read such a wonderful poem