The Perfect Morning

By Sanvi Atul Sharma

The fiery pink sun burned over the horizon,

In the mesmerizing cloudy vanilla sky,

The thorny shrubs and willows,

Sharp peaked mountains towering the small village,

The woolly sheep yawned,

The shepherd walked along his trotting tired horse,

A young man sat down fishing,

Near the stretching bay,

The colourful boats on the rippling waters,

Bubbling with foam and spray,

The sleepy town crowded with small houses,

A ship anchored on a huge rock,

The rocky pebbles, stones and silt,

Mixed together with the sea,

Chirping birds peacefully gliding,

Blooming daisies near the road,

And furry dandelions,

The young maiden looked through the window,

And that is what she saw,

A magical world beyond her reach.

By Sanvi Atul Sharma