Theme of the poem is - We must admire beauty of nature , especially early in the morning.
At the crack of dawn,
A new day is born.
The owls yawn.
Baby deer is called a fawn.
Little birds woke,
To each other they spoke,
“Good morning, good morning”
Slowly the sun started shinning
Spreading heat and light,
With all its might.
The cattle moo in the meadows,
Squirrels play in the trees’ shadows,
Little calf jumps around
It’s mother, who is bound.
The farmers’ in the fields,
Busy counting their yields.
And lazybones are still asleep,
Dreaming of bleating sheep.
By Meera Krishnan
