A normal Dawn

Beyond the insight of man The universal silence of Nature Is broken by the sweet euphony Of the feathered ones, as the first Rays of the young sun begins to play Among the branches of the trees the flowers wake up in childish admiration to join the play as they blossom with dynamic energy to proclaim their presence, droplets of water begin to sip out from the green leaves and life slowly but steadily starts its daily chores beginning from the caterpillars and the energetic bees seeking out to gather food from the brightest flowers and continuing with the birds that adorn the morning sky to journey to far off lands. I gaze at the transformation from the darkness Of the night to the dawn of the day and wonder How I miss this pristine beauty, for every dawn Comes with its own splendor, lively and colorful And with intricate elegance guide the waking earth To commence its never-ending journey. Yet each dawn Is so normal to us as we fail to anticipate the simple Beauty in everything. But we do realize this at an age When it’s our time to decay like the winter leaves That the dawn is not so normal as we think but an Epitome of His jovial mood which He manifests through everything.