Morning's First Light

By Akshara Phadke

In the early hush of the morning's first light,

I wake to a symphony, a melody so bright,

The chirping choir, their secrets profound,

A language of nature in whispers around.

With tea in hand, I retreat to my nook,

To the balcony's perch, with my favorite book,

Observing the birds in their lively rapport,

Their tales untold, what wonders they store.

A feathered friend lands, perched on my shoulder,

Whispers softly, "Hey buddy, let me behold her,"

"We talk of the cosmos, its mystique profound,"

In their avian tongue, a celestial sound.

Surrounded by beauty, their voices ring clear,

As they bid me "good morning," dispelling all fear,

In this moment of wonder, I stand in awe,

At nature's grandeur, what marvels I saw.

By Akshara Phadke