THE MORNING HOURS

 

  

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