Rays are rising slowly in East
They are planning to touch us
On the peak of mountains we see
They are ruffling their feathers.
Wow, this is so wonderful to see
We hear songs of flying birds
Beauty of broken clouds again
They make canvas of sky rosy.
Pink and red mix to golden rays
To write new story of early dawn
All creatures are eagerly singing
This is planning and mind blowing.
Rays are now planning to touch us
To teach wisdom of God sure we feel
Having art of love again we dance
Rays are wonderful in East sky.
God instantly sends valuable rays of mercy and happiness for us. Each day is perfect example of it.
A lovely poem just like peace giving....liked it....thank u for sharing :)
A magnificent work. The metaphor in the first stanza is unforgettable. And the message that each new day offers new life is wisdom to live by. A great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Although the sun has gone down here, your words are enlightening. TFS