In the stillness of mind, where lights sway,
The whispers of the divine have much to say.
They reveal mysteries laid bare by morning dawn,
Secrets of singing birds, the sun's kiss warmly drawn.
Golden hues of sunrise paint the sky anew,
Promises of hope in painting and colouring.
Birds sing melodies, hymning the divine with delight,
Welcoming the bright day from the embrace of night.
The breeze carries whispers through dancing trees,
A symphony of rustling leaves in harmony,
A sweet divine voice, Hu, resonating.
Each breath of morning air, fresh and pure,
A reminder of the divine's beauty, true and sure.
In this quiet moment, take a pause and see,
The wonders of morning, awakening and enlightening.
Let its whispers fill our hearts, let our spirits soar high,
For each new day is a gift, unveiling the divine beauty,
To my inside viewer, who finds it his own reflection.
MyKoul
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