To The Master Of Heaven Poem by welkin siskin

How could this light dazzling in the skies spread;
How could this vast ocean find its end of rest;
How could this air
set its wings of peaceful nature and swell
across
…with the fragrance of full-bloomed jasmines
across the robust heat of the mid-day summer!
The rivulets murmur in the forests,
The birds chirp in the dusk of the boredom.
I entreat to ask You:
How did You create such beauteous garden
with Your undying Love for us, O lord,
the master of Heaven