A pleasant morning

The green leaf shone like an emerald stone,
The rose did frown in her hue alone,
In that world no one would ever see.

The parrots did race to the concealed clown,
The sparrows did graze along the healthy brown,
In that world no one would ever see.

The leaves rustled in silence as if in a spree,

And the crickets chirped in the old woody tree,

In that world no one would would ever be.

The moist petals sagged as the drops did slide,

And the eagles visited the earth in a swift glide.

In that world no one would ever feel.

The turf slipped under the feet as if on a skate,

And the sun dawned, like drawn on a slate,

In that world no one would ever see.

I dreamed of a fine day, in my bed lay,

It was not a bit grey, dullness was nay,

In my world only I could be.