The skies are now a clear Blue,
and dawn is walking in,
The sun is just about rising now,
the moon is taking his last bow.
Through the tiny holes in the blanket of clouds,
rays of golden light begin to peep,
I wake up to the sun and clouds,
playing the game of hide and seek.
Gently the wind whispers in my ears,
by sprinkling dew drops on my eyes,
The morning starts to give me life,
the song birds give me wings.
And with a wistful smile I realise,
There are still these beautiful things.