There is only sky...

This morn is just nothing
But an awesome sky...
Where woken up birds fly
And their wings getting drenched
By the wet and the shine,

This morn is a ride
Through the country city alike,
Finding how buses get filled
With children by the window seats,
Catching the morn like a cool breeze...
And the sky, spread as usually wide,
Telling An Autumn, autumnal sight...

( Note: the pic attached is taken by me, real time)

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