Poem Still moment
Poem Still moment When we are unaware Of the morning air that whispers And the dew drops and sunlight to tease When we are unaware Of the morning sun and the field along runs. The still moment comes along Like a creeping surprise Like a gift from the magic wand. The moment that enthralls you And the wind running along the cheeks The stillness to reach the mind With the grass like a carpet. This still moment fixes the time In the morning shine And the time ringing on the face,a good smile Making one realise That this is a peaceful moment With, sadness if any, to escape.