A gay morning

A gay morning

While taking my morning walks
my mind starts to knock,
Put me into think
What makes an american morning rock?


Start my walk through the heaven,
morning so serene and gay.

Surreal surroundings are so quixotic,holding my thoughts at bay.

Sprinklers showering personalized gardensas if nature is taking a bath.Beauty of plants and stones of all kinds,are embellishing pristine path.


Steaming vents, steaming cars,getting ready for the day.Slowly mountains slathered by,umpteen number of sun rays.

Some are biking, some are jogging,rest are walking brisk.Gloating, giggling, crowing and wiggling,munchkins are so much at frisk.

Mellowing, muffling, immaculately cladded,parents sipping coffee to school.
answer winsomely is one of the parenting rules.

Resplendent responses I always get,
for saying, "hi" and "hello".
No matter how fast, life is here,
folks will never bellow.


Speedy freeways in the morning,
Look like racing tracks for cars.
Lifestyle so genteel, vehement and spurious
but my morning walks are so above par.
Resplendent responses I always get,
for saying, "hi" and "hello".
No matter how fast, life is here,
folks will never bellow.