Morning Plays Its Music

Woven into blades of grasses The dew drops shine like pearls Flowers bloom like eyes of Gods As smoke rises from huts in whorls Frayed clouds drape the sky As the sun bumps against them It falls sometimes on silent stream Dazzling the water as if it is in flame Clamorous trees shake fronds And the birds escape from nests Waterfalls dance down the slopes Heading to the ground from the crests Morning plays its own music Comes tearing through the night A vista of beauty is revealed slowly When the earth baths in the divine light