Foggy Morn Poem by vavroovahana patra

Fog evaporates in morn;
Beauteous looks the dawn.
Flowers smile naturally;
Golden Beam kisses flowers gaily.

The garden is beautiful;
Poet's mind is delightful.
Roses wave with wintery breeze;
Brides mind is crazy.

Chilly breeze blows through the flowers;
Roses beautify the lap of Nature.
Poet waits a while beside the garden;
Beholds the heavenly beauty of creation.

Mind is freed of duty;
Enchants with peace, gaiety.
Beauty of the valley allures the poet;
Mind meditates on God with delight.

Sun shine kisses the air;
The air becomes warmer.
Creatures delight with pleasure;
Poet derives peace in the lap of nature.