Morning

Light the lamps
        To welcome the morn
Chant the prayers
        And announce the dawn
Sprinkle the flowers
        On the lawn
Shout the conch shell
        Or the horn
See the Sun's rays
        Thoruth the mist
Listless breeze
        Though do not freeze
Counting the houres
        Give me your hand
To mesh the harvest
         This is a village
For country folk
         By crackling laughter
The maidens flutter
          Let us all sing
And rock the swing
          Light the lamps
To welcome the morn
                               (written in 1999)