The tranquility of a breaking dawn,
disturbed by the vehement chirping of birds.
A walk through the thin fragrant mist,
the passionate embrace of a bedraggled lover.
The flocks of starlings flying overhead,
not bound by chains of time or wretchedness.
The hustling leaves of benevolent trees,
try to whisper and ask me to thank the holy one.
The serene water of an oscitant lake,
the divine ablutions cleanse my heart and soul.
The gracious face of mother nature who nurtures,
Visible to her sons who wake betimes every morning.