At Dawn

Soft shimmering light
of a summer dawn .
Falling on dew drops
scattered in fields and lawn.

Sun in his chariot
gliding on the clouds levitated.
Drapping the sky as it races towards
in fury,flames and crimson red.

Swinging the hays
wind moves in its mood.
Soft and gentle
Filled in with essence of buds just bloomed.

Silence breaks up
with the chirp
as the birds come out
of there nest and perch.

Warmth of sun yet to rise
moistness of dews about to dry
coldness of breeze yet to scorch
and melody of chirps making a song,
Tells me a story everytime
feels the same yet so different ..