by Maryam Aamer
A melodious poem about the beautiful begining of the day.
THE BIRTH OF MORNING
The sky woke from the night's sleep.
Its eyes first took so little of the view when slightly ajar.
Greyish haze hampered the clear sight.
On complete separation of the lids, the faint blue pupils looked down below.
The calming cool of the blue awakened the fresh wind.
The wind swayed and soared through the domains of earth and sky.
It stroked the leaves from slumber.
They drunkenly danced, the branches hugged, fell and laughed joyfully.
Their swinging energy made the sparrows in nests awake.
The awakened ones called out to the others to tell them of the arrival of day.