The Morning

The sun streaked across the sky
Its rays killed the dark
as arrows do the fearful foe
And signalled the birth of a new dawn

Yet the world was snoring,
in its deep, enchanted sleep.

The chirping of birds filed the sky
as the music strummed sweetly,
The gentle breeze lifted the blanket of sleep
As the sky cleared for the display of Apollo's might

Yet the world was snoring,
in its deep, enchanted sleep.

When will we wakeup to the new dawn?
Why are we still lost in dreams
when the world is alive and raring to go?
Wake up! Wake up!its the clarion call of the day.
The time of slumber is long long lost,
lets step out of our shells

At the herald of the new day
,Grab the sun with both hands
And put its fire into our hearts!
Show the world our awakening!
-ShivamDA