The break of dawn, the morning light
Pushing aside the dark night's shroud
Flaring crimson blushes the sky
Fading away its soft blue hue.
The night loses its colour with the orange flush
With the break of another fresh day.
I love to see the dew drops from near
Settled on the blades of crisp green grass
Tiny glassy crystals of water they are
Imprisoned in each of which is a sun.
