Ode to first streaks of dawn.

Ode to first streaks of dawn.
  
When first streaks of dawn
tinge the sky in yellow,
the earth gets new life.

The birds dip their wings,
in their hues.
The water bodies embrace
them cordially.
The flowers nod their heads
and greet them.
The leaves greet them    
with rustling sounds  
The cool morning air greets them
with soothing breeze.
The blooming buds greet them
with smiles.
They bring new hope,
remove nightmare.