Dawn

4 years ago

proteeti

@sambhavami

The silent, lifting pall of dawn

Calls out to sleepy birds.

Yawning, they sing their lilting notes:

Natures unheard words!

The fragrance of a nascent morning

Rises from the souls of dew-soaked trees.

The cold breeze brings peace to wilful nights

Remembered by the buzzing bees.

Sun peaks from behind the row of houses,

Red in shame. Coyly he bids farewell,

To his friends, the stars, and looks at the

Fading Moon. She smiles as the river swells.