One Fine Morning Poem by Vishnu Sampoorn

My heart was in a thrill
in this misty, morning chill

It was a magical view,
on tulips danced drops of dew

The Sun was on its way to rise
the Moon felt bad, to again take leave

The stars fell dim, in the shining light
the clouds heaved a sigh of relief
The Sky was golden, darkness lost
birds sang, to welcome Dawn

The people rose, from their retreats,
to make way for another morn

The day is bright, flowers bloom
happiness does away with gloom,

My heart begins to sing a song,
Something good is coming along.