The glimpses of the crimson sun,
Paint the brook as rays all one.
The tranquil waves on ripples shine,
I proudly feel, this world is mine.
A tinge of greenness kissing the red,
Looks like a couple so newly wed.
And there through the tides of blue,
The birds had made their dreams come true.
The first hour of the dawn I saw,
Their wings had flapped to sing and draw.
Those scarlet clouds adorn the ways,
Holding bunch of the morning rays.
Few moments away from mundane beams,
Into the world of happy dreams.