Morning

From the realm of darkness, the captivated sun makes him free. The crimson horizon enthrones Him. The first ray falls on tree. What is past, goes with the dust, despair, drowns in hope. Good morning everyone, wishes the mountain head. Nature displays her beauty-trove. The light has love for the day. So she longs to brace. Day and light entwined two are in each object, we trace. They play hide and seek, through the leaves, along the trees.. Good morning, they convey the world, and spread thru the breeze.