The crow’s cawing greets the day,
As dawn breaks and skies turn gray,
Its voice echoes through the trees,
Carried by the morning breeze.
With wings spread wide it takes to flight,
Against the backdrop of morning light,
A messenger of nature’s call,
Announcing morning to one and all.
Its cawing is a symphony,
A sound that fills our hearts with glee,
A greeting from the feathered friend,
Whose beauty knows no end.
The crow’s call is a welcome sound,
A greeting from nature that astounds,
So let us stop and take a bow,
To the crow that greets us now.
© VishalDutia
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