After the dark glory of the dusk,
Comes the beginning of the dawn.
The essence of the zephyr,
Whispers to the golden rays at the horizon-
To make the morning spellbound
The melody of the birds,
Adds a serene picturesque
With the tranquillity of the dew.
The sublime beauty calls me to say-
Dear,
Mothernature wants you to initiate
New aim for a new day!
Making me a special child in everyway
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