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.