Sunrise
Sunrise
What a splendour to watch the sun
In the early hours of the morn
Rising in the far horizon
Behind trees on the nearby hills,
Lending a golden hue to the sky
And brightening the hillside fields.
Birds start to hum their lovely songs
Gaily hopping from branch to branch,
Carrying some dry grass along
To build their nest atop a tree
Or just fluttering in the air
As a creature gay and free.
Flowers do open their petals
To welcome the rays of the sun,
Allow cheerful bees to settle
And collect nectar for their hives
As the sun slowly slides along the sky
To sustain every form of lives.
The sun follows its steady march
Enlightening all on its way
As it mounts the celestial arch
To soon reach the mid of the day
And drives hikers to seek a shade
From its resplendent radiant rays.
The sun follows its constant march
And with evening coming anon
The horizon is parched with a crimson hue
With the mellowing rays of the sun
And the sky, hitherto seamless blue,
Starts to darken with the onset of dusk.
Soon the sizzling sun goes for a rest
While a crescent moon glittering
Dimly from up high at its best
And stars flickering from the sky
Faintly light the lanes and serve as guide,
To their homely nest, late passers-by.
The sun will surely rise to-morrow
Behind the hills and their golden rays
Transform the eastern horizon
For any soul to be amazed;
But shall I rise to behold the sun
Just work out its wonders on earth!
Placed 5th in
Premier Choice No.1190 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Written 22 February 2023
Copyright © Krishnanand Guptar | Year Posted 2023
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