At the Break of Dawn

The water is Dark;
It then turns a deep Red;
Then Orange and at last
A shimmering, calm Blue,
Now matching the flawless sky.

A flower blooms;
Pearl white petals opening up
To steal the Sun’s warm kiss
At the break of dawn.

A bird stuck its neck
Out of its little hole.
It chirps- once, twice;
And soon a melody
Enticed the trees and the flowers
And the still blue lake.

As Nature rejoiced, basking
In the glory of the eternal sun,
Man woke up at the sound
Of a piercing alarm clock,
Groaning, dreading the rest of day,
Oblivious to the ethereal world of beauty
That lay around him in a state of bliss.

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