No haziness persists, no moroseness lingers
as there’s gaiety on the horizon,
cheerfully the sun rises in the east.
Invariably there’s a stir everywhere,
with the warm caressing of the first ray,
when every shoot reveals a steller color,
tender sapling rejoices getting energized.
A feeling of awe inexplicable
abounds in all that had been looking dull,
bereft of warmth and jubilation.
Who does not feel blessed with such experience
and get stirred likewise gladly!
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