The earth lies confined,
To the silence of the woods.
The forms wake up to the life,
And pray to the morning light.
The showers of light
Bring beauty and hope.
With each sparkling glint of the beam
Comes a ray of happiness.
The clearing mist
Drifts away with the warmth.
As the dew drops
Get seeped into the leaves.
As the chirping birds
Fly away to forage,
Your thoughts start moving
With the dawn of the day.
With the dawn of the day.
January 1996
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