By Maya Green
The tender morning greets the night’s passing slumber
Flattering the lake with sparkles, as the sun steadily rises
The green hills smile, like an excited toddler on a walker
As the morning sun sprays out her warming golden rays
For many are the gentle dawns, of the morning
A welcome relief from the nightmares, of a long dark night
But more profound is a morning, made in the spring
From the frigid cold freed, after the winter’s long and dark nights
The morning star still hangs, in the ever brightening sky
Feeling rather sad to leave, as the sun brightens up minute by minute
Even for the heavenly bodies, there is a law to live by
From the gargantuan to medium, and even to creatures of the minute
Dateline:
7:33 AM
January 27, 2023
Departure Lounge KLIA 1
Sepang
