Away from the bustle!

Sun rays of gold filtering through the beech leaves are a treat

When drawn to the balcony on a peaceful morning

To peer through the foliage for the birds

That sing strains of sweet melody.

I catch the tiny, fluttering beauties in delight.

My eyes widen to take a full view

Lest they should melt in the green mass.

Filled with life, they play hide and seek.

They fill the air with notes of joy,

They are the divine souls sent in the morning

To hail the grace of the rising Sun.

I only wish I can be in the company morning after morning.

Blessed are they that have this fortune

Of a quiet morning, away from the bustle,

In a secluded corner amid some greenery

In a city of multitude - a puzzle!

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