Pleasure and beauty of a new morning

How I take pleasure

In the morning birds' melodious songs

The early morning breeze

Gently brushing my cheeks

Those early hours when

Owls finally fall into slumber

Their loud hoots slowly faint

Mad dogs chasing others quickly

Retires to the woods and tunnels

Giving their last loud barking

Fighting as they chase those on heat

Those wee hours

When the day breaks

Where nature will be free

From the human activities interference

Whose smoky vehicles

Adulterate the pure air

Their early morning quarrels

Contaminating the harmony of nature’s words

Honestly, do I enjoy it?

Those virgin hours

Still perfectly pure

Undefiled by those

Who rises to catch the earliest ride?

To be on time for duty

Working from midnight

To the break of dawn

Cleaning the bus street

Tiding the workstations and offices

Washing the linen

From the sanitariums & hotels

It brings me much joy

To be lost deep

Far there in the woods

Enveloped by untamed life

Where the wild survives and exist

Nothing artificial

It is so being there at creation time