Walking at the Dawn

 I walk at the dawn of the day,
 facing the blushing Sun and passing meadows.
Every bird greets me aloud but I walk all alone
and sometimes jog for a while.

Creating lengthy tales of tourism,
I am just walking against the time and wind.
Simple thoughts  freeze my dream 
and siphon my wealth of passion.

There are a few strangers looking at my bluish sky 
and shining Moon in the company of stars.
I am still walking all the way home,
smiling at all who greet me so early.

Lovely day blossoms in the garden of the Mother Earth.
The blessed are those who walk at the dawn.
I remind my beloved mind to plan the day ahead.
My students are the warblers of this melting dawn.