Morning comes with many colors
In grasses, plumes and lanky bowers
The Sun shines with a crimson hue
Pure white oozes from drops of dew
The sky wears an attire of faded blue
With fresh green foliages looks new
Morning comes with many colors
A shade of violet touch shy creepers
A stream has got both white and dark
It moves ahead with a diamond spark
Clouds are painted in silver and gray
Buds in pink and yellow gently sway
Morning comes with many colors
To make peace with the serene hours
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