One cold, misty, winter morning,
The clouds stepped down for chitchatting,
On the leaves and the buds flowering,
A memoir they left, tiny droplets sparkling.
The young chirpy ones woke up yawning,
Inside their nests they were still shivering,
Shouldn't they be up? they were wondering,
The view outside was all the more confusing.
The thick fog made visibility poor,
Was it day break yet? Quite unsure,
Through a small opening, a ray of light glittered,
The uncertainty vanished, all doubts cleared.
It was a greeting from the smiling sun,
Quickly receeding, the darkness began to run,
Making way for the all engulfing sunshine,
Promising a new beginning, yet one more time