It's Morning Time Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Morning is going to set in
With its myriad hues
With tender leafs swaying
Gently under weight of dew

With soft wind blowing
To set the dozing birds free
To fly away to the clouds
Setting music in the tall trees

There is sound of pans
Being washed by the river
With morning ray grazing
The water is a string of silver

Morning is going to set in
With fragrance from flowers
Rising high to melt in the heaven
Accompanied by divine prayers