Morning Mirth.. Krishna Walikar

 

Morning maid blushed beautifull
as Phoebus peeped beyond the hill,
boisterous birds bounced on rill
dipping deep their beaks for fill.
Woods and gardens are laden with flowers,
Snow clad peaks around stand like white towers,
crystal clear water torrents like melting moonlight,
cool,caring breeze hovers in ebullient delight.
All trees looked bathed in golden light,
every leaf appeared invigorating joyfull heart,
a divine delight delivered the beautifull earth,
and everywhere hilarity danced in ecstatic mirth.

© Krishna.W.