A new dawn

I love to watch out of the window
watch those far hills get aglow
The eastern sky turning to violet,
purple and then finally red to greet,
all spruced up.. the early morning sun
after a night full of stars and moonlight.

Just before the first light breaks
The nightingales start the first strain.
Then a gentle breeze picks up their song
And spreads it to far and wide terrain.
First sun rays then gently come toppling
From the heavens to the streching earth.

Slowly waking up after a night of
slumber, peace and restfullness.
next the other birds show up chirping
while they get busy in searching
for food after a long overnight break
the butterflies and bees show up in tow.

After this I see the village girls
slowly coming toward the village well
then I realize that I too will have
to get up and strech, yawn and come
alive, to meet the brand new day
with which I have been blessed again.

Every morning reminds me that
no matter how dark the night
was, it will always break into
A dawn, as beautiful as earlier morn
every thing will move just as before
so all we will have to is adore.