AT DAWN

A presence of Horizon
As a yellow margin is seen
Along the east,
Where the tranquil sky
With a serene environment
Meets with the peach trees.

The crepuscular birds,
and their chirping tones
Near the silhouette
Beside the leafage of tress
Of the pieces of clouds,
Are only moving shadows.

Original poetry by Hive account@praxantp