Morning

The orient rays through the tree tops Illuminating the foliage,shades of green Sieving through the mist, hallowing land. My mind wakes to an soothing breeze Meadows crowned by myriad dews Glittering to welcome the morning sun- That tickles the hillside limpid stream- Giggling through the lea to the fields. A stork waiting stealthily calm While crabs shelter under pebbles A snowy swan swims across Making ripples by its webbed feet. The ridges far off in the canvas A silhouette of a sleeping giant Nonchalant of its murky feet- As the sun peeps through its side. Parrots in pairs flying thru the golden ray Spotted far off in the sky waxing blue The calves sprinting curiously away with careful care their mothers graze. The squirrels swift on the branches wagging brushy tails sniffing for nuts we haven’t lost the paradise yet,I vouch But gone miles away on our own choice