The wheels of the cart roll over the dusty road,

Birds fly up, chasing their kindred, with hopes so broad,

The sun glazes gracefully at the sight,

The grass is soft, dew gleams in the morning light.

Far away, someone’s gathering the cattle,

A crow speeds past to get some food, amid the battle,

Somewhere, someone walks down to the field,

To adore, tend and harness his labour’s yield.

The cup of tree is as warm as it could be,

Freshness drips from the leaves,

Everywhere it’s the sound of running feet,

The rustle of kids is indeed a watching treat.

The shop opens up, drawing a large crowd,

Women frequent the counter, some hide under a shroud,

Business props up during this time of the day,

People want every sort of thing, to go their way.

The breeze posses the freshness of the morning,

Daylight stirs up a new yearning---

To work harder than yesterday,

To strive hard to get up and have a say.