A beautiful morning it is
chill and breezy all it is
with the whiff of fresh air
comes the dawn all fair
the trees bow down as the wind blows north
they rise up with the wind blowing south
the oscillation gives a soft cajole
leaving us refreshed on the whole
then come the birds that chatter with glee
flocking with their kin on a tree
with that there heralds children’s voices
rushing out to play in the place of their choices
that be the cold December morning
which throws out 
a joyful glistening
Meenas Poems 