draping the hillside serene
with it moved the lazy breeze
filling itself with flower’s fragrance
Slowly came back the orange sun
Waking up from a lulling night’s sleep
touching every sleeping stone
and clearing every leaf
from its share of morning dew
“Wait” the artist stopped for a while
Something’s missing
that makes this a whole
His brush resumed after a while
With utmost care and love he drew
A lovely white-dressed little girl
Rejoicing the morn with her smile
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