Into the gentle embrace of night,
how calmly dawn does sleep;
Like a child with a smile on its face,
in the laps of his mother it dreams.
Slowly it awakes from the shadows of dark,
to a bright new day it rise;
Dusting away its lazy sleep,
spreading across the skies.
Tenderly knocking the nests of aves,
whose young ones on the boughs do rock;
Together they sing to welcome the morn,
along with their friends in flocks.
The saffron tinted sky of dawn,
across the ocean green tis'streatched;
With the display of light's interplay,
Which the artist in his easle has sketched.
Cold breeze blowing through the clouds,
carries the scent of musk;
O'er the land as it comes,
Carries with it the dusk.
Mesmerising indeed, is this beauty divine,
raptures the joy, like a young ravine;
Consuming my soul and mind it says...
seek me oh wise! for your truth is also mine.