A Morning at Margalla Greens

“There is a morning inside you waiting to burst open into light.” Rumi

There are mornings, and then, there are awakenings.

As the golden breath of dawn sweeps across the dew-kissed fairways of Margalla Greens, the world seems to pause at the edge of something sacred. Tee No. 1 stands not merely as a starting point in a game, but as a doorway into serenity, where nature and rhythm, silence and song, unite in quiet celebration.

In this marvelous clip, it is not just the visuals that captivate. Yes, the manicured emerald carpets stretch like dreams into the horizon. Yes, the Margalla Hills rise in the background, cloaked in the misty hush of early light. But it is the sound, the soul of the morning, that stirs something deeper.

A cuckoo’s call threads through the stillness like poetry in mid-air. Its song, wistful yet unwavering, echoes off the leaves and lingers in the hollows of the heart. The gentle chorus of chirping birds, some shy, others jubilant, becomes a sacred prelude to the swing. There is no orchestra like this: wind in the pine, the coo of a dove, the rustle of wings unseen.

Here, time ambles. A golfer places the ball on the tee, not with urgency, but with the reverence of someone touching a relic. The club’s arc is framed not by scorecards, but by the cadence of the morning. Each stroke holds the hush of prayer, each glance to the hills, a moment of surrender.

Margalla Greens does not merely host the game, it elevates it. It turns competition into communion, turf into temple. And from Tee No. 1, the journey begins not toward par or birdie, but toward a kind of inner quietude known only to those who rise early enough to listen.

“Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees.” Rumi

This clip captures more than a place; it captures a mood, a melody of morning. In a world too loud with urgency, here is a corner that hums with grace. Watch it not to admire but to remember. That somewhere, between swing and silence, between the whistle of wind and a cuckoo’s hymn, there lies golf not as sport, but as poetry.

It’s a beautiful morning by The Rascals 

Credit

Images: Waseem Khan

Quotes: Rumi Quotes

References: Google

Edited: ChatGPT

Song: YouTube

By

Ahsan Jamil

Golfer, Blogger, Entrepreneur, Author, Poet, Wanderer, YouTuber, AI Enthusiasts, Conservationist.

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