Dawn.....

As the darkness moves out of the timber,
colours comeback to life from their slumber.
Happy,sure they are,for they dance and dine,
and turn the sky into a canvas above the pine.
Gold,pure and glittering,then starts its parade,
free it is,plenty it is,invaluable it is but for trade.
The creators symphony,by his feathered friends,
neither jazz nor blues ,yet never goes out of trends.
enter the pearls,crowned proudly upon the sword,
for who else can create dewdrops,if not the lord.
the air is filled with love,new hopes everywhere,
sighting the end,gloom and sadness disappear.
so much life in every morning,so much happiness,
I wondered 'what are all these,if not for darkness'