Morning
The morning rose to meet me
It was feeling rather lonely
It needed to talk to some one
Today I was chosen.
It talked incessantly
Different tones and tunes
Variety of birds and leaves
Expressing their desires.
The air blew with minimum
Noise that I didn't notice
Its silent speech of power
Its quiet rewritings of destiny.
I listened and listened
Thrilled by its sincerity
Excitement crept into my veins
Energizing my inert self.
It took leave without fuss
Knowing it will be back
Knowing there is a listener
To listen to its lengthy stories.