My 29th Post: Morning

The time for the moon to fall in its deep sleep....the time when the sun rises and shines the night good bye....morning, the lovely and peace filled feeling which can't be described with minimum set of words.....its when everything awakes from the death which filed in just for a while.....the flowers start to bloom, the wind chatters around, the birds fly of in the sky......a time which makes even the toughest man will to capture for life....
Morning, a blessing for all.....only the lucky ones get a chance to sense it everyday with a boost of moving ahead and the inspiration of shooting the goals....its a gift to a soul to repent and do good as it got an other chance over the ones who couldn't make it to see the new dawn.....its a sensational feeling which makes belief that life grows and with time when one is lost, an other takes its place.....
The fresh winds of the morning makes a person drool of to wonderland.....its sweet and lovely smell resembles the smell of victory in someone's life....the chanting of birds give the proof that a new rise has begun and its the time to get on going with day's work....a new start to what ever was left behind the night before, a new era of delight and a start to a happy beginning.....
Mornings may be different in different places but the story in the hearts is same, a rise.....some people start of with mourning someone and others boost of the victory of a nation....no matter what but it is the same feeling for anyone....
In my city, mornings have their special taste....the winds blow, birds sing and flowers bloom like any other place but those are added on with the sounds of local business men who arrive to sell items door to door....on the other end there would be a sweeper cleaning the streets and screaming at the kids to watch out for the trash he collected....those kids would be off to school and play throughout their journey....children who are young to leave for school, line up to buy bread and milk from the salesmen.....the street starts getting busy with time and then at afternoon, everything stops and again it is just like the environment of a night just with a brightened sun up on our heads....
Morning is one of the best parts of my day, though I rarely am up for it but still that is the time when I breath once for thousands of times....
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