An Early Morning

Early morning when I woke up one day,

Complete silence was there on the way,

The chirping birds, the mild soft breeze,

There were some calm breezing trees.

The soft wave was like a toy,

Glittering the day with pleasure and joy.

Birds were chirping as if making day planning;

Seeming to win whole land and sky;

As the direction was there where they fly;

Nature was glittering the whole planet;

Playing everything through its own racket.