Watching The Dawn Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

The trees, huts and hills are
But dark shadows draped
With a shroud of thick mist
Standing at the window I
Watch the dawn breaking
Slowly in the serene east

Tiny dew drops hang from
Tip of grasses and leaves
Bearing a transparent hue
Flowers open up slowly
Shedding colors pink, red,
Yellow, violet and blue

The cool wind comes and
Goes singing a melody in
A soft and whispering tune
Watching the birds soaring
In the sky my mind feels the
Peace and begins to swoon