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The Morning Glory (Poem)
We all are grateful to live on this astonishing and vibrant planet EARTH. Mother Earth offers us tons of ebullience in the form of gigantic oceans, massive trees, the Sun lighting up the sky and a lot more.
Early morning, is the time to experience alluring picturesque scene.
Dawn, a beautiful time with countless stars studded in the sky. Dew adorning all blooming flowers and buds.
Dawn is succeeded by a wonderful morning where cooing sparrows, singing nightingales, the cacophony of crows and delicate pigeons welcomes it warm-heartedly. One of the most joyful gifts that birds give is the ability to brighten one's days with the song. Morning has some sort of beauty associated with it, Doesn't it?
Aura of sun spattered all across the vast reddish painted sky.
It is the time of new hopes, new aspirations, and newness connected with everything. Each day brings the new message with itself, a thought, which teaches us or gives us inspiring learning.
So, here I am presenting a poem on The Morning Glory.
With the sky painted somber blue,
stars glittering in that hue
With a chime, dew princess slides,
from heaven with all the pride
On the lap of leaves, she nestles,
glistening impishly all the petals
Kissing those virgin buds,
she whispers her ma, little daughter,
Like, little daughter, she glaze,
razing away all the haze
Wearing sparkling crystal heels,
heavenly message she spiels
Greeting them a new day,
awaiting lustrous golden ray
Then the glimmering dawn ascends,
sprinkling orange tint at all the ends
Birds wake up with a ray of hope,
their wings spread they elope
Measuring countless ends of vastness,
the sun rises sweeping all the darkness
Birds launch in the Infinity,
succulent voices waking up the city.