Early morning sun is still to show up,
birds chirping, flying around busily
mighty river tamed by human, flowing
dispersed in crystal clear creeks.
Serenely flowing parted by sand
the sand below could be seen through it
softly singing in a soothing voice
cooling the morning wind with her cool.
Standing on the bridge in early dawn
waiting for the sun to rise in sky
without a single worry for future moments
a calm mind and soul at absolute bliss.
Softly the eastern sky turns red
the orange baby sun shows up
turning the crystal water to pink
softly removing the veil of morning mist.
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
6 comments:
My sun sets as your rises.. yet we are neighbors in a world of beauty.
dearest lea,
yes, i send you the sun when i go to sleep and you do the same..
we share the same earth, that is why we are one.
Love the nature imagery flowing through all your poems. The attention to detail. A heart at peace with the world.
The last stanza is just fantastic! Well done!!!
dear np,
anyone who has seen the sunrise and sunset will feel it.. this deep feeling of peace.
with warmest wishes,
trisha
dear ajey,
thanks a lot for your wonderful words of encouragement.
with warmest wishes,
trisha
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