Sitting in the balcony I watch
The sunrise over mountain peaks
As morning breaks in the east
Golden rays wash plains and creaks
I watch the black dots of birds
Strung in V shape flying past
Dales, meadows, rivers, trees
Fields and huts in crazy like haste
I feel the morning wind makes
The trees and creepers swing
In jubilation and to the waking
Souls peace and solace it does bring
the morning appears here as the tranquilizer of heart ///
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The great imagery in this marvelous write made me a witness of a lovely morning. The beauty of nature has been painted wonderfully on the canvas of this poem.
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Sitting in the balcony I watch The sunrise over mountain peaks As morning breaks in the east Golden rays wash plains and creaks any comment I make will place this poem with GRACE The morning sun is LIFE