To know a place
and walk its pace
meet the mornings
for the days & the nights
can be conjuring
though never’re the mornings
they don’t crave for glory
nor they cry or be sorry
they just offer to begin
a ray of sunshine
sits with us on a coffee
and enjoys our silence
I once went to the country
and found lives pouring in
with the first light of Sun
the men and the women
the kids and the livestock
all greet the morning in the ways unsung
the cities seldom showed me
the colours of dawn
yet they’re calm & calmer to begin the havoc
I won’t call it beautiful
won’t call it awe
I would call it for its simplicity
to listen, breathe and grow
So, whenever I am away
from the days, times & greys
never do i forget, to
Meet the mornings.
sanvachan 