Amazing Kids! Magazine

Dawn

By Shreya Singhal, 17, India

 

That cold, cold, bitter morning
When the wind pierced through the face,
Those white flakes
That hovered in the air
And embellished the pine leaves,
The earth was still
As for the chill
That slowed down life’s pace;

At a distance, there appeared
Out of the mist
Tiny golden rays that emerged
From the horizon;
The leaves gave sheen
So brilliant…as if to say,
“Wake up life, to a new dawn.”