A Fresh Morning

Yesterday night, rain poured and poured. Fierce winds, thunder, lightning, and cold winds. When I woke up in the morning, I saw flowers crushed on the ground, twigs, branches, and also how nature was recovering from the storm. This is a poem I wrote a few months ago which shows how nature regains its life back...

A Fresh Morning

The first rays of the sun

Hit the dewy frozen cars

Sprinkles of the fresh beam

Washed down the lush plants

Orange blankets replaced

Deep blue ones of the fiery night

The fluffy white clouds took back their place

Trees stood up and waved at the

Awaken city

Children running to school stopped

To acquaint the Earth

The fresh soil slithered happily

Looking at her good old friends

The birds twittering cheerfully

Brooding over the horrid storm

The strong petrichor

Leashed them to their memories

How the lost their homes

Or said goodbye to a friend

They prayed to thee

To release their thoughts

And take a happy step into the future

The Lord indeed responded

Removed the thunderous petrichor

With the sweet scent of a

Pleasant dawn…

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