When the first golden sun rays fall on the earth,
their magic makes this place a lot more worth.
Birds welcome the morning chirping all the way –
if this is so great, how beautiful would be the entire day.
Plants and bushes sway to the gentle breeze,
it’s pleasant when the sunlight filters through the trees.
Some are going to their schools; some going for tread;
Some are busy praying, while some still prefer the bed.
Mornings are like the newborn – glowing and pure.
Breathe them with your soul – the day’ll be good for sure.
(A short poem I wrote about mornings, partly during my morning walk.)