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.