Sonnet-A New Dawn

Another Dawn is born, a new morrow! The ground looks sodden from the night's good rain; I see the dew-drops glisten on the bough; The mighty Sun is on the rise again. The ball of fire, dazzles such bright, white light, The Moon, ghost-like, three-quarters-sized, remains! It had been raining well all through the night; This Sunday morn, empty are still the lanes. The neighbour couple, hose-water the plants; The leaves are verdant more than ev'r before, The trunks of trees have busy, crawling Ants; Some Birds are preening dry their feathers sore. The Sun has gone high up into the Sky, Its heat brings warmth to hearts as earth doth dry.