A Winter Morn

Hushed nature stood reserved, with no'ne to appreciate its beauty, but placed for ages, preserved and for ages following its duty. When at the brim of verdant plot some reaper, move at range to charm but to depart with sublime thought exchange. With many unseen flowers blush, shiver, and dies peeping for someone from its bowers and spread beauty, serenity, charm and flies. Conserved water flow on its rugged path and leave its lively mark Each day as Sabbath With reflected gleam of golden arc. The grace of the lily swan as it flies above heaven above this mankind dropping and wan between sun rays all seven. The small plant which shiver at night just sooth their soul with silent sun's gleam and all new born plant which might have died, now sleep deep, and innocently dream. Bad and good are juxtaposed ones, if one prevail the next one wait if good is present you cheer and dance and if bad, you curse but your fate. Good sooth the soul as winter sun after dull night and bad effects all as in summer afternoon, a yellow sun bright.