ALSphere Foundation
I look up at the bronze-tinged rays of the Sun struggling to break
Through the entwined arms of stately trees standing oblivious of time,
They are, but a mute testimony to this uninhibited show of love
The green grows manifold in the warmth, a sight to behold in its prime.
I follow the Sun as it slowly climbs the ladder to the mountain peaks,
It’s rays dazzle proud as they drape them in silvery sheen
The silent waterfalls sparkle as they hurry down deep gorges,
The vast valleys in tinted hues of golden, brown and green.
I walk down a bee-loud glade, the morning dew kissing my feet,
Little squirrels scurrying home with nuts beat me in a race
Making most of the morning shine before the dark descends,
Blooms slowly lift their heads touch my core, I thank God for thy grace.
I turn back to see how my city has welcomed the morn,
If the balmy rays have worked upon many a restless mind,
I wonder what someone felt as they touched the pearls of dew,
Perhaps the kind morning freed the souls lost in the grind.
Alas! I rue the rays of hope that failed in their mission,
Failed to break through icy barriers of the human mind,
The early morning pearls fade away unseen in the bright, harsh glow,
Robotic charms endure, not a sensitive soul I find.
Yet, the morning opened a window to let in fresh ideas
Thoughts of love, beauty and hopes of a better world,
Magnanimous like the rays that knocked at every door
I know, I can for sure, one morning, take every being in my fold.
