Morning Raga Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

I watch at the top of
Mountains where the
Clouds tarry a while
To form many different shapes
Their shadows fall
Upon slopes to hide
The slipping snow as
As if a bunch of dark caps

I watch the mild sun
Peeking through the
Cracks of clouds at
The valleys sleeping below
It crawls across green
Carpet of grass far and
Wide with occasional glow

I watch the flowers
Dancing slowly in the
Wind blowing from the
Riverside and spreading essence
As I wake up and stand
At the window I hear
The humming of birds as
My mind falls into mystic trance