As the pale yellow light spreads across the sky,
The morning bird chirps shrill and high.
The trees and flowers are painted with dew,
The butterfly wakes up, feeling beautiful and new.
And as people wake up slowly, rubbing their eyes,
Far in the Eastern side, they see the sunrise.
~ Anoushka Sabnis
I totally love this poem... there’s something so beautiful about this.. the simplicity of the description and the freshness of a morning touch me as a reader!
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