Morning Glory

The moon came and gave the sky a very pretty look. 

It looked like a cover picture of a Fairytale book. 

The sun came and smiled at the long deodaar trees, 

The flowers opened their petals in a count of three. 

The birds sang all together in a melodious voice, 

The wind listened and stopped making any noise. 

The mountains shook hands with shiny blue sky, 

And then woke up the sleeping butterflies. 

The tiny little hummingbird wanted a ride, 

So the tree gently waved his branch side to side. 

To dry itself from the dews the grass shook its head, 

The morning smiled at the children sleeping in their beds.