Morning Rush
Wuthering blast with splashing rain
Pattering pattering down eaves drop
Drowned the roaring cars non-stop
And the high-speed railway squealing
Troops of schoolers in colorful raincoat
Trudging along the yellow flooding moat
That white egret dead must be washed away
Fallen leaves flowers non to be seen
Wild Weeping willows still green
Hearse-like buses, horning cars at break of day
skyscrapers block my view of the sea
Why the madness of rush i don’t see
Every break of morning should be Celebrated
With hymn and carol like the first day created
The singing birds’ first lay
That replaces the crickets’ serenades
The rising sun’s first ray
That drives the nightly mist away
Fresh from the reeds and trees
Sifts of the melon-scenting breeze
It is time to stand still for prayer
Why comes the riotous morn fair