'Morning Treasure'
By Nandisha Gupta

When you see the hazy, yellow, hot burning ball with the streak of orange
When you see the thin, scattered clouds spread out in the clear sky
When you see the birds chirping, the trees waking with their usual pandiculation
You know its nature at its best you’ve just liberated your being into
Then the still sound, the empty streets, the clean roads, the zenith of peace
Well there are times when you feel there’s a lot going around in the air
Just then you see the wonder of nature as a parrot camouflages itself on a lush green glorious tree
It edges itself on one of those branches
Nervously lithe as a tightrope walker
You are forced to capture that moment
If not grab a cooler drink to please Lord with appreciation for the presence of HIS underlying current
Seasons are changing after a span of time
But the morning sky moves from blue to grey with the gentle movement of the eye
Morning treasures are capturing you
To go back to nature every morning, leaving behind your groaning Monday blues