Early every morning

Sun shines with its bright ray,

Illuminating the sky

It starts another new day.

Leaves are full of due drops

While trees dance and sway,

Flowers bloom like tulip pops

Fill the air with scent in their own way.

Birds sitting on branches

Chirp and sing,

Filling the air in melodious tranches

With fun and swing.

Up in the hills

Mountains glitter with snow,

Rivers sparkling blue, flow downhill

Clouds accumulate droplets and grow.

Water showers and pours

Filling the hearts of million,

With a sense of joy in their skin pores

Inexpressible in words like gold and bullion.

                                                                                                                                                                  ~Atulya Gupta

                                                                                            New Delhi, India