Life And The Dawn[P]

The sky does its bath in the dawn,
As moon snored for rest in the day,
And the sun ran unto endless lawn,
Stretching his mighty plumage of ray.

The soothing air kissed all the way,
With quenchy songs of cuckoo that follows,
Drenching with joy the peacock sway,
To the rhythmic tunes of chirping swallows.

The misted flower rustles the heart of bee,
Swings and swings to ballad of her lover,
As the pleasure and glee take their flee,
With roars of thunder and haily shower.

The ghastly scene of haunted beasts,
And ruthless killings of many pretty blooms,
Is like cowardice that fill our chests,
Graving confidence in the clay of glooms.

Soon the sun dazzles to cure these poor,
Melting the hails as bold in us that do,
And this in turn our turn to bliss with ease,
Or mess up life with gloom that freeze.