Morning


Morning,oh morning,thou art important out of all times,
Thou art the most vital part of man's life,
The beginning,fresh, buoyant and vibrant,
In you the end is written.

Morning...childish and youthful,
carelessness for many bound,
Atrocities from Adam,even the hoot of owls and songs of birds in the morning are spellbound to fall to your dictates as they begin life

You,even You are truly Adam,
In you destinies are laid to be accomplished, also in you destinies are set to be destroyed.
Well,that's a choice to be made,for Adam himself is life

Who will help you cry in the evening oh offspring of Adam?
When you mar the delicate buds,
When you allow morning to go barren.

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