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.