The green eyes which refuse to open
From their sleep,in this beautiful dawn.
The lustrous lamp lit by divine hands
Has not yet adorned the horizon.
The gloomy mist encircling the hills,
Have not lain on grasses to rest.
The early birds that chirp from afar,
Aren't the ones that have left their nests.
The little streams from the rain of the night
Have not lost their flow,yet.
The glistening lips of the beautiful flowers
With a dreamy smile,are still wet.
Beauty speaks with unspoken words
That breaks the silence of this hour
Nature alive with wonderful sights
And into the minds,bliss showers.