In The Silent Morning Of Spring Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

To the river side I will be going
In the silent morning of spring
When the stream is clear and from
The north a cool wind will be blowing

Across the valley I will be running
Through tall grasses soaked in dew
When birds fly away from their nests
Skywards, in the early hours of morning

Up the hills I would be climbing
To touch the sky and be with cloud
From there with open arms I would
Run down with the wind aloud shouting