AT THE CRACK OF DAWN

Singing and rejoicing at the dawn wind Voices of different species Could the atmosphere be engulfed with Riding on the wind to all ears A land purposed from nature Forest does it become Resting over thereof For this has nothing to prove Like a spade lying idly Have nothing to do in the world of business May it rust And regret after-all For the hands be occupied Sleeping in works Can boast of productivity May it be elated then A determined heart Starts at the crack dawn But still not, can it be fulfilled They both have sense To sit … Continue reading AT THE CRACK OF DAWN