The View Of The Morning

As I lay half asleep on a cold winter morning

I could, from my glassy frame see

The moon of the night, absconding

To give way, to the daylight’s key

The yellow sphere started the ascend

And the stars began fading away,

In the bright sky, the clouds did commend

The day-creator’s triumphant ray

I arose to see the river below flowing past

The clarity showed by the visible river bed

Into the serene scene was I cast

Into the sky, the outline of birds was fed

Everything appeared to be

As if an invisible hand was moving here and there

Making all that I could see

Come alive into a landscape so fair

The trees were so evergreen

And the grassy plains were just like

That from an artistic work that I had once seen,

Indeed I could guess heaven was almost alike!

Unlike the other humanly things I would,

In everyday life observe, scorning

The thing bringing me much joy, is and should

Be, the view of the morning!

: -C.S.Sailendra