THE MORNING LIGHT
As the darkness of the night , comes to an end;
A faint pink glow starts to transcend.
As I rise to greet the morning,
Watching this breath taking view,
As the beam of light is passing through.
A glow of warmth accompanies the light,
A new day begins with a glorious sight,
Asking me to stand up and take up the fight,
The morning light the morning light.
The day belongs to those who wakes up with the morning light,
Said a wise man having a deep insight.
Standing on the top of the cliff,
Opening my arms awaiting for the whiff.
U can’t just let these moments slip,
Capture it with both your heart and mind open
and it will heal the soul broken.
awake rise stand move
eavesdrop the breeze passing by
here I am to notify,
wake up with the morning light,
and make your future bright….
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