With The First Rays Of Every Dawn Poem by Nikhil Parekh

With the very first crackle of every sensitively aristocratic dawn; the very first thing that the fathomless deserts ardently prayed for; was blisteringly unceasing Sunshine; all throughout the tenure of the gloriously intrepid day,

With the very first rays of every ecstatically vibrant dawn; the very first thing that the gigantic mountains insatiably prayed for; was unflinchingly Herculean strength; all throughout the tenure of the blissfully harmonious day,

With the very first shimmer of every resplendently beaming dawn; the very first thing that the boisterous bees tirelessly prayed for; was mischievously cavorting fields of scarlet roses; all throughout the tenure of the symbiotically enamoring day,

With the very first unfurling of every euphorically heartening dawn; the very first thing that the uninhibited birds indefatigably prayed for; was boundless playgrounds of astoundingly crystalline sky; all throughout the tenure of the stupendously
fragrant day,

With the very first smile of every bewitchingly magnificent dawn; the very first thing that the frosty waters of the sea unrelentingly prayed for; was rhapsodically myseterious undulations; all throughout the tenure of the handsomely
charismatic day,

With the very first enlightening of every marvelously exotic dawn; the very first thing that the compassionately moistened leaves of the forest immutably prayed for; was enthrallingly timeless and vivacious adventure; all throughout the tenure of
the unfathomably mesmerizing day,

With the very first sparkle of every ebulliently innocuous dawn; the very first thing that the impeccably wailing infant inexorably prayed for; was divinely untainted milk of its mother; all throughout the tenure of the fantastically panoramic day,

With the very first glimmer of every synergistically emollient dawn; the very first thing that the preposterously dilapidated dungeon uncontrollably prayed for; was thunderbolts of endlessly unparalleled light; all throughout the tenure of the celestially
immaculate day,

With the very first sprinkle of every beautifully embellished dawn; the very first thing that the penuriously beleaguered eyes unlimitedly prayed for; was tantalizingly heavenly paradise; all throughout the tenure of the eternally silken day,

With the very first blessing of every wonderfully endowing dawn; the very first thing that the iridescently blooming nightingale unequivocally prayed for; was ubiquitously mollifying melody; all throughout the tenure of the majestically ingratiating day,

With the very first perpetuation of every holistically Spartan dawn; the very first thing that the murderously starved ears irrevocably prayed for; was the voice of philanthropically egalitarian humanity; all throughout the tenure of the jubilantly dazzling day,

With the very first horizon of every optimistically vibrant dawn; the very first thing that the regally roaring lion rapaciously prayed for; was the inimitable armor of unassailable kinsmanship; all throughout the tenure of the splendidly eclectic day,

With the very first spawning of every magnetically reinvigorating dawn; the very first thing that the bourgeoisie farmer infallibly prayed for; was the wholesome annihilation of even the most infinitesimal of parasite in his field; all throughout the tenure of the blessedly gregarious day,

With the very first fulmination of every sensuously rejuvenating dawn; the very first thing that the pristine pearl irretrievably prayed for; was the invincibly amiable shelter of its oyster shell; all throughout the magically destined day,

With the very first unraveling of every eloquently placating dawn; the very first thing that the altruistically fearless soldier unstoppably prayed for; was veritably scintillating victory; all throughout the tenure of the mystically exhilarating day,

With the very first insinuation of every convivially embracing dawn; the very first thing that the holistically dancing fairies limitlessly prayed for; was insuperably beautiful concord; all throughout the tenure of the robustly redolent day,

With the very first illumination of every miraculously ameliorating dawn; the very first thing that the diminutively hollow nostrils quintessentially prayed for; was a carpet of affably uninterrupted breath; all throughout the tenure of the propitiously
artistic day,

And with the very first unveiling of every Omnipotently revolutionizing dawn; the very first thing that every beat of my impoverished heart perpetually prayed for; was the heaven of immortally unconquerable love; not only for the tenure of the flamboyantly triumphant day; but for an infinite more enlightening daylights; for an infinite more brilliantly enlightening lifetimes.