Has Morning Arrived? ? ? Poem by Maheshi Chhaya

Flying high in the sky,
With the breeze blowing my hair,
And birds all around
Below, the evergreen trees.

Passing through the forest
I see a blue river,
The water flowing hurriedly
Like a very strong shiver.

I see a deer, drinking water,
With his little one,
While the other animals
Were having a lot of fun.

Then came the end of woods
And I saw the calm sea,
With the seagulls dancing above
And the little fish flee.

Far across the sea,
I see a sky scraper,
Going it that direction
The image becomes sharper.

On the coast of the sea,
I see a couple of people,
A few performing Yoga,
And a few breathing deeper.

The Earth so wide,
With vehicles on her body,
Yes, morning had arrived
And so woke everybody.

Above myself, I saw a cloud,
A cloud so dark,
It wasn't monsoon,
But came from a factory of lark.

The city so calm,
It looked at night,
But during the day,
It gave me a fright.

In the transition of my flight,
I see such different sights,
In confusion I remark,
Has the morning really arrived? ? ?