When I wake up in the morning,
It's all were free from rushing,
everything seems to be missing.
Just a cloudy sky and a rainy dew,
facing each and bending like a bow,
seems twinkles are rested and they are due.
Perfect pleasant wind with the dew,
is a blend of white and blue,
parts and plants are prepared to flew,
eager to touch the sky and the dew.
Hurrying to be a part of the show.
The God of the light and stars,
huge and orange raising up slow.
The mix of trio is a beauty to view,
which is the pockets of a few.
Three and three makes six
but all they make is one more
Its the time of VIBGYOR.
Fortunate eyes witness this prize
its really a appreciable sight.
Nature in a balanced diet.
It's the time to rise,raise and praise the wise