Every morning is beautiful morning. Every morning comes to us smiling. Every morning breaks the day with a fresh spirit, with a new blessing!! When it comes, the joy of life bursts out from every seam, every crevasse in every corner of hills and vales. Bathed in soft dim light, the entire spectacle of mother earth’s transparent veil gets woven in shimmering silver and golden threads. The green blades of grass bedecked with droplets of dewy glowing pearls begin dancing intoxicated with their own beauty. The tall trees proud of being the first witness of the dramatic magnificence of the landscape, with their tender leaves shake lovingly the feathered tenants to be their companion in thanksgiving to their Lord and the birds willingly obey echoing the panorama with their chirpy melodious orchestra. Draped in misty fog the blue hills standing straight, flaunt arrogantly the honour of welcoming the red radiance of the not –yet sighted sun. The feeble, dark- eyed darkness getting defeated by the courageous and flamboyant light, annoyingly changes its colour every moment in sheer nervousness from pitch dark to dark grey to soft grey and then desperately crawls to hide in deep holes. And lo! the baby sun in dazzling red attire with a big smile enters the dewy- fresh scene. The infection of bursting joie de vivre at his appearance is caught by the dainty and mighty both. The wind stumbles out from its slumber in embarrassment for its delay and the waiting flowers hanging on the thin stalks start clapping with joy on its entry on the scene. The birds join the jocund company and the whole world vibrates with the celestial band of orchestra. The blushing sun too pleased with this welcome, overwhelmed with pride changes his colour to shower his friends in golden hue. The bluish-grey lakes catch the rays and with its waves begin the tango on the glassy sheet of water. The dance of this exhilarating duo of shimmering light and rippling waves is mesmerizing. The golden rays in a hurry to embrace all- in- waiting for the sun climb up sneakingly to peep through the leaves of big trees trembling with joy and weave a cocoon of warmth all around. The family of proud madam duck with a big line of its excited ducklings, comes out from its hole sliding with a splash into the water that is studded with dazzling broken diamonds reflecting the glory of smiling sun and by flapping its wings enthusiastically -adds to the ethereal morning music.
Slowly the sun goes up. In its heat the dewy tender trance too evaporates. The scene becomes hurly-burly. The world gets ready and gradually picks up momentum for its solid actions. In your eagerness to join the maddening crowd of people running for work, don’t forget to take your share of moist -morning -sunshine in your pocket because that remains active enough throughout the boisterous day to dispel all the shadows and will keep your being fresh and fragrant.