It Is Sweet Morning Here Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

The bird will sing sitting
On the bough as the winter
Sun sheds its warmth across
The wide valleys and meadows
The stream will shine like
A diamond chain as the sun
Pours over it soft light of the
Morn and downward it will flow

The flowers will bloom
Opening up colorful petals
And chirping birds will play
Around in a very happy mood
Bees and butterflies will
Hover around the flowers
To seek honey and behaving
Sometimes soft sometimes rude

The cool will blow from
The lap of the hills making
The early risers to shiver and
Will stay hanging on the grasses
The cattle will walk in a
File towards the fields and
Young lasses will walk to the
River to wash their long tresses