The glory of the early morning
Kiran Kumar
It was early in the morning, still
darkness pervading around like a thick
blanket, The radiant dark blue sky
with blinking stars spreading around,
resembled a pallette in the hand of a
painter.
Distantly, the rapturous sounds of
the bird perched on the tree tops could
be heard. The authentic tuneful music made by these early morning birds
was at its mellifluous best which no
orchestra of any musician could create.
A cool breeze wafted through the air
making the trees sway gently,
as if dancing rythmically to the tune
of these early morning birds.
Slowly and slowly the eastern side of
the sky was turning brighter,
the blue sky now giving way to the
pinkish hue.
As the sun rose, the eventful music
of the birds that pervaded the
atmosphere until now rose to a
crescendo and came to an abrupt end,
A perfect climate for a perfect story line.