The Dawn's Promise

Living in a metropolis Is no longer a bliss Concrete jungles have spread Green meadows are dead From scorching summer heat Thirsty birds retreat Toxic still air corrodes Breath the lungs can’t hold Morning smog shrouds the sun Blue to the sky doesn’t return On the day’s grey canvas My mind hangs as a sad carcass. A night storm sweeps the air In the rain dusts disappear The sun rises in grandeur The horizon dons colored splendor The dawn promises an azure sky My mind is elated to fly In joy as a bird drifting away From the gloom to a perfect day. November 22, 2017