morning

A morning sets in, a plan is rolled out,
As the sun climbs, the thoughts grow out.
The long rays of sun as if racing away with dreams,
The brightness of the sun adding light to the spirits.
Again a person is lured by the fresh stimulus,
Chirping of the birds coincide with the internal rhythm,
Blue skies as if watching and counting the steps you take,
The trees sprinkle dew to make sure that you are awake.
A time to make a transition into the next phase,
Like a child grows and attains elderly age,
The watchful morning again is passing as nature screams
Man starts to be more ignoring as if he just woke up from his dreams.