I love the glow of first morn;
The rays of Sun malleable & warm;
They gently caress my face;
I smile looking at it, with embrace!
Sound of chirping of birds on trees;
The welcome greetings of the buzzy bees;
Birds in air, fluttering their wings;
I love to hear their twitter & sing!
The pitter-patter of the drizzling rain;
Makes me forget my troubles & erase my pain!
Rustling of leaves for the whispers of cold breeze;
Makes me shiver & just freeze!
Its gracious being an early bird;
The happiness, joy has no words!!
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda
The rays of Sun malleable & warm;
They gently caress my face;
I smile looking at it, with embrace!
Sound of chirping of birds on trees;
The welcome greetings of the buzzy bees;
Birds in air, fluttering their wings;
I love to hear their twitter & sing!
The pitter-patter of the drizzling rain;
Makes me forget my troubles & erase my pain!
Rustling of leaves for the whispers of cold breeze;
Makes me shiver & just freeze!
Its gracious being an early bird;
The happiness, joy has no words!!
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda
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