Morning... A sonnet by @oodeyaa

Morning.

Farmers are ready to go their fields,
Players are ready to play cricket.
Washermen are going to the ponds,
With their donkeys to wash the clothes.

Traders are ready to open their shops,
Students are going to their class.
Labourers are ready to do their jobs,
Morn-breeze is blowing through reed and grass.

Flowers are opening their scented petals,
Fire flies are flying over the lawns.
The morning hours are so sweet,
I am ready to meet my friends.
Natural beauty is showered arounds,
Joys and happiness knew no bounce.

Original Sonnet by @oodeyaa

Happy New Year 2019