To the marvel
unfolding with the rising sun.
The last few remnants of the night,
some traces of darkness,
still lingering, hesitatingly, clinging
to the gently swaying leafy branches
of the sprawling trees across.
The nascent sunrays filtering out
to touch, engulf everything
into their golden hug.
The mighty sun,
the moment it opened its eyes,
first captured the eastern corner of the sky,
and gradually painted the snowy clouds golden
with just a few masterly strokes.
Wake up! And capture the marvel
before it dissolves,
vanishes into the vast realm
of the commonplace,
and the sun travels on, climbing high,
and getting busy with his