Morning Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

The sun came like a thief,
Beyond the thick dew,
Which did not want to leave
So early, leaves, flowers
Drenched in the dew drops,
Laughed at the rising sun,
Which slowly heated up
The air, earth it touched
With it's radiant rays,
Slowly blinding the sight
Of the sun itself,
Turning the orange hue sky
To bright yellow, then white,
Providing the heat of life,
To the plants, trees,
Which made their food
Out of the air and water,
The morning sun warming
The oceans, rivers,
Slowly saying goodnight
To the night it left behind.


Ravikiran Arakkal