morning rush

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