#WritcoPoemPrompt39
Changing seasons hark new beginnings,
Like the shoots of tender plants on a Spring morning .
The droplets over the leaves of fern ,
Touching sky with high cork and fog touching the ground .
Fog covering the depth of forest for a new start of the day ,
First Sunray lit up the whole darkness of world .
chirping of birds and falling the wall of fog,
freshness in air with savory flavour of ice .
Tip of Mountain marinated with the sunrays ,
The beginning of the day harassed by the lovable torchure of birds .

© kritikarastogi