The Morning Hours'

THE MORNING HOURS' When I wake up in the morning, It's all were free from rushing, everything seems to be missing. Just a cloudy sky and a rainy dew, facing each and bending like a bow, seems twinkles are rested and they are due. Perfect pleasant wind with the dew, is a blend of white and blue, parts and plants are prepared to flew, eager to touch the sky and the dew. Hurrying to be a part of the show. The God of the light and stars, huge and orange raising up slow. The mix of trio is a beauty to view, which is the pockets of a few. Three and three makes six but all they make is one more Its the time of VIBGYOR. Fortunate eyes witness this prize its really a appreciable sight. Nature in a balanced diet. It's the time to rise, raise and praise the wise.