There Came a New Fresh Morning

THERE CAME A NEW FRESH MORNING
There came a new fresh morning,
Like a new born baby in the hospital wing.
The sun peeped his head from the east,
Making his way through the clouds at rest.
Melting the coldness of the night,
And forming dew on everything.
Then woke the birds,
Singing sweet songs,
And spreading their happiness of the new day.
The sky was first red,
As if a painter's red paint brush,
Has been just dipped in clear water.
Then it changed from red to yellow,
As if someone threw,
Magic petals of yellow from above.
A cold breeze began to blow slowly,
Like a river running shyly.
Then by the light of the day,
The greeness of nature,
Began revealing its beauty.
The break of a new dawn had come,
Bringing joy and freshness to everything.
The happily singing birds,
Seemed to say to the still sleeping people,
"Arise everyone and open your eyes,
For a new beautiful morning has arrived".
And one by one everyone woke up,
And then began the noise and bustle,
Of a newly arrived day.
There came a new fresh morning.
Bindiya Mathew.