Morning

The messenger wind,

Runs, hops and ambles,

about the leaves,

Bringing with it,
Uttering of other

leaves far away,..

"Wake up! Curl up!"

"Droop no more!"

"The sun is out"

Wakes the trees up,

With a gentle nudge

Does the Excited wind,

As the leaves rustle

A Welcome to the

Cleansing rays,

Which nestles on leaves,

Penetrates the gaps,

Till they be trapped

In the maze,

Of knit leaves,

As Clouds smile at 

this play,

I stand underneath,

Half wet with shine

Half kissed with shade,

The light promises me

Unseen Temptation, 

The shade promises me

Seen Satisfaction,

To Whose side shall I 

Snuggle over to ?

-nanda

photo details: 

Sunrise at Kuarsi Village,

Chamba District, Himachal Pradesh

29/5/2012