In Realms Ethereal Poem by Mohammad Younus

In realms ethereal,
Atop the Tree of Life, a dwelling vast,
Adorned with essence pure and sacred light,
Resides within the sanctuary bright,
My heart, where rivers flow and flowers bloom.

At dawn's soft call, the avian choir wakes,
In harmony with rays that grace the earth,
Their melodies, a lullaby divine,
To soothe the soul's deep depths with tranquil peace.

Within this haven, lovers gather close
As pilgrims to the Kaaba, unified,
Partaking in a banquet rich and bright,
Their spirits glowing, filled with gratitude,
In praise of gifts bestowed by hands divine.

As twilight falls, conversations linger,
Celestial music echoes through the air,
A symphony of joy in verdant fields,
Resounding through the green, serene heart.

Beneath the moon's ascent, the souls converge,
Eyes lifted to the sky to count the stars,
Each one a testament to presence pure,
Celestial, bright, while angels watch and guide.