Sunrise , Amit

I sat on grass smelling of sweet morning dew
The horizons were morping from peach to blue
The air fresh and brisk, bells of gale run
The birds welcomed the morning as they sung

Farewell ebony night of deep slumber
The world is awakening, dreamers are few by number
Hail to you bright light of morning sun
I listened to them sing, not wishing to run

The warmth of life was returning my soul
I looked as the mist cleared and smiled, I was whole