The Summer Morn

The warm summer morn Came slowly onto this land Spreading the delicate perfume And filling the vale to the brim Unaware of the miseries down there She brought gifts for all Gifts of ripe and juicy fruits Gifts of sweet smelling flower The green grass swayed with pleasure The brook rose up to meet her The birds started their welcoming songs To see the last of winter But down there Men killed men And women cheated each other Totally ignorant of the summer morn Children were bought up with bad words The clouds of hatred The mist of distrust Enveloped the whole city The soft summer morn stayed on Trying hard to spread joy But the ripened fruits were stolen And fresh flowers were crushed The city became dark and desolate The grass bowed its head The brook dried The birds prepared to leave The soft summer morn sadly turned away The chilling frost settled happily The place became quiet and dead With dreams of a beautiful morn By Tahera Mannan Sunrise For HG’s contest