Sunrise at the hilly woods

Not a leaf twitched,
in the forests of the hill,
the air was still and the woods seemed deserted,
as the dark skies turned grey,
and tiny rays of light filled the sky,
like a pearly white tiara on a woman's head.

The birds that nested in the damp trees,
started to stir and wake up with stifling yawns,
they spread their arched wings wide,
and flew in the air with their hollow bones,
away from their nestlings in search of prey.

The sky was now poured with bright rays,
of the early sun rising magnificently from the horizon,
like a valiant king rising in the battle with his gleaming sword.
The grey old owl and the mangy bats rushed inside,
their hollows, in the ancient trees of the hilly woods.

The tallest coconut tree,
dropped its ripe coconuts on the bushy grounds,
and the squirrils from nowhere
trotted hastily to lift the huge nut with their tiny hands.
they lifted the huge nut together and carried it to their place.

As the macaws and the cuckoo,
started to sing songs of the bright morning,
the jubliant sun rose to its fullest,
flooding the forest with warmth and light,
illuminating the hopes of the beings ablaze!