A Sunrise
A chill was emanating all around, It was just the sunrise in the morn', I got up and know what I found? The leaves and grass just new born. I peered through the window sill, The sky was blue and golden cake, the world was in the bed still, while I was wide awake. The cuckoo started a lovely ballad, which was a lovely song, I listened to it in a fad, and got lost in, for so long. The nature was fresh and lively then, I was tempted to be with it, but the alarm bought me back to my ken, to a clumsy world around me knit. I longed to be with the nature lush, I pined for hills, valleys n streams, I whined for those rains which gush, and the warm sun rays that gleam.