Once a morn like this saw so many things,

Once a morn like this
Saw a group of cranes
Standing motionless
In a wasteland,
Bifurcating which the road
Ran meandering quite a few miles
Singing the onset of slight chill and mist,

Once a morn like this
Saw a birth
Of eyes and ears,
Which savoured life
To its every minute bit,

Once a morn like this
Saw so many things-
How the steps descending down
To the river had flowers spread wonderous,
How life blows as chapters of seasons,
How Your blessedness overwhelmingly declares
Only a life joyous,

Once a morn like this,
Had all the beauty of the earth.

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