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Life is full of wonderful gifts,

That nature has given in plenty.

Trees and springs, flowers and butterflies,

All a part of natures gifts.

Summer brings dry winds and heat.

But it is the time for ice cream and cold drinks.

We stay indoors for most of the day,

And the evenings echo with children’s scream.

Rains come after the hot summer,

They bring pleasure and comfort to all

Out come bright umbrellas and raincoats,

with the pleasant pitter patter of raindrops.

As the rains fade away gently,

Old man winter comes along.

It’s time to get thick sweaters and caps,

To take care of the strong cold winds.

Then comes the season of new beginnings,

Spring. the messenger of hope arrives.

Flowers and trees get a new life,

And that brings joy in our lives.

And so carries on the cycle of nature,

Rains after Summer, spring after Winter.

They echo the stages of our lives,

Isn’t it the most wonderful things?

As the crimson tide breaches the darkened sky, stars disappear from the sky, the last drops of the dew evaporate from the blades of the sun- kissed grass. Yes, its morning.

The rays of light bring hope to the hopeful and opportunity to the ambitious. It's a new day, a new start, sprung in completeness. It's about half an hour since the first rays of the sun appeared on the horizon, when the first forms of life become active. Birds, and their rhythmic chirping, welcome the morning. For some, it's the same morning, day after day.

Living a life, so bound by routine, In the moribund of city life, the city dwellers come to life to experience the serenity and solitude of the divine morning. The tranquility is such, that it relaxes even the most troubled of souls. The rays of light possess the power to carry their message of activity and opportunity even to the late risers. They realise that it's a long, hard day, filled with struggles and hardships.

As the sun rises higher in the sky, the silence is broken by human activity. The day continues till the sun, tired after its own day's work hides itself from the people, only to be reincarnated the next morning. And the cycle continues, the struggles, the triumphs, and the defeats as the hour goes around 24 times over and over again.......

OPSINGH