Hari Smith Holms

Everyone becomes keen
to see the morning sun.
But, can anyone cast your look
to see how morning does turn?
The waning moon, becomes thin,
some flakes of clouds sleep deep.
Along the sea of vast vacuum,
there floats clouds' sleepless ship.
Slowly wind blows over the buds,
to open their drooping eyes.
The morning star, rises to say- - -
Good morning dear guys.