As the golden glow in heavens rise,
bringing new hope for the day.
Each new moment, a new surprise,
will let things happen as they may.
Birds leave their nests and fly sure,
to feed their young and the others.
The spirited light to them does lure,
while the rest not at all bothers.
A grasshopper springs on a blade,
of grass while slips the golden dew.
Oh! What a vision on shiny glade,
dreamt by many, seen by the few.
The snails crawl on the soft earth,
with warmth on the brown shells.
Feeling sheltered in warm hearth,
in its coiled home it happily dwells.
Prasenjit©1997-2017
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