At Dawn

Early in the morning; Before the Sun had come; A cool breeze was blowing; I walked up and down. Neighbours were still sleeping; The weather was so cold; All was very quiet; Except the chirp of Birds! It had been much raining; All through the previous night; Coffee having taken, I pranced like a kite. ‘Twas a Sunday morning! And all would get up late; Just the noise of motors, Was in the far-off roads. The Air was quite freshn’ing, I breathed and breathed and breathed; I saw a group of black clouds; In the Sky inter-weaved. The plants seemed so smiling; Their leaves were green and fresh; The ground was wet, sodden; And showed some sprouts afresh. Plantain-trees looked stately; Their green leaves so well-spread; I saw green leaf-cutters! On Moringa-tree leaves. I had a good night’s sleep; The family left for hol’s; I listened to the noise, Of insects ‘neath the leaves. Two trees had delivered, A bunch of bananas each! One was so much sagging; The trunk would break, it seemed! The Sky now brightened up; The Sun still nowhere seen; As if someone would come, The garden next look’d clean. I stretch’d my limbs few times, Aiming to breathe better; I had a bout of cough, By now, ’twas almost Dawn! Soon the Air got filled up, With noise of various Birds; They flew in joy, singing; Another Dawn was born!