Dawn..
Its a celebration
Of the sky…
Sky wakes up
With her morning sun,
Brushing his teeth,
in that golden pond..
Pondering, the lovely Lotuses
Potray the pinkish petals,
Placating the patient storks,
Preparing their d(f)ish for the day..
Daylight dresses the
Dreary bogunville trees,
Draping her purple tresess
Dripping gold from its flowers…
Flowering lust and love,
Flattering juvenile Beetles,
Float around flowers, whistling…
Whistling wind joins the fun
Wading through the mango tree,
With rhythmic beats of
Wandering leaves…
Leaves at puberty
Loitering in the sun with
Lots of pimples
Lush with dew drops ….
Drops of yellow sun’s cream
Demolishes the acne clean,
Decorates the green with gleam
Devising the leaf’s belief …
Believing always in her voice
Bolstered by the sun’s devoice,
Babbling harmony behind the trees
Birdie cuckoo at its best…
Best happens to those who try,
Bemoaning from a far night’s cry
Beauty it is, the sky at its dawn..
Dawn..
Its a celebration
Of the sky…