Slaty green ocean kissing silver sands
Surrounded by blue green mountains
Woke up at the touch of dawn
The green trees were kissed by gold
The distant blue mountain’s snowy crown
Softly became sparking golden crown
The golden rays shot through the ocean
Rippling to the shore with each wave.
The molten gold turned to dazzling silver
The sun softly lifted himself
From the horizon to the blue sky
And looked down serenely at the ocean
Which laid aside its golden threaded stole
For the next morning adoration
Picked up its slaty green gown with foams
And resumed its soft singing to the shores
4 comments:
Isn't a a beautiful miracle to be up early, see the first light, and watch it become the sun!
Nice imagery! Nice metaphor too!
dear secretia,
its been a habit for years, which i left after shifting to kolkata (here we only see artificial lights till its quite bright).
its a great joy and absolute peace to wake up before birds and welcome the dawn. only those who have done it can feel its bliss.
with lots of affection,
dear ajey,
you are an angel. i mean it.
thanks a lot.
with lots of affection.
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