Dawn

Dark hasn’t yet melted away in the warmth

of the sun, Whose imminent rise shall gild

the world.

For now he simmer

beneath the eastern horizon and puffs up

orange smoke.

The moon tries to grace the sky even without her glow. Slowly merging into the pearly whites of heaven. From there

descends dawn.

Daughter of the fading moon and rising sun in robes of yellow-orange. On her shoulder.

Leaves weep away

dew and at her

touch roses bloom

and blush red.To her birds serenade.

She rings bells of the temple And gives the

call for the morning azaan. As eyes flutter open one by one she slips slowly away,

Gifting vivid dreams

to the eyes of those in gentle sleep. And to those with eyes open

and admiring. The joy

in reality.

Astha

Class XI B, science

Notre Dame Academy