THESUMMERMORNING
Iamstrollingamongplants
In ourterracegarden
Inthemorning,
Theorange orb crawling up,
Painting the cloudless sky
In golden glows, hugging
Allplantswith hismyriad rays,
showeringhis radiant kisses,
Coolbreezes caressing
My body, playingmorning
Melodies into my ears;
My gaze roving over plants,
Hooking blossoms of varied hues
Tossing their colorful crowns
In blowing breezes,
Sprinkling their enchanting
Beauties into my staring eyes,
Butterflies winging,
Hovering, romancing
With blooms swaying;
A nightingale cooing
So melodiously and ceaselessly
From its tree-perch invisible;
A sparrow fluttering
Its tiny wings, twisting
Its neck, rolling its beady eyes,
On the compound wall chirping
Its sonorous notes;
The summer morning
Enacting soothing scene
Of musical serenity
And elevatingpeace.
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