celebrating the morning!

A distinct sound drag me out of my room,
I can hear somewhere a squirrel is shrieking
Shouting with pleasure and glee
or is searching, calling and celebrating...
Flocks of storks nod their head
While passing the sky -
Flying...
Long long they will fly
Only to come back in the evening...

The squirrel is dancing upon the branch now,
Twirling it's tail, it again starts shrieking...
Pigeons fly around,
They don't have to go long distances...
Singing all the day, humming ...

The ancient sky glowing with blue azure -
Is watchful as it herds the clouds with new directions...
Seeing the floating stretching clouds
the leaves shake drunkenly, dreamily...
And the tiny blue butterfly says-
Hello, wake up, it's only morning!

A heady scent comes rushing from some where,
which flower, where from never i will know of this..
And also of the small sound of the unnamed bird
that echoes, re-echoes among the mysterious greenery!
I watch in awe as the whole tree sway-
This side to that side ... to and fro,
And Nature celebrates Morning!