What We Call Hu Poem by Mohammad Younus

What we call Hu,
The breath of the stars,
A hymn whispered softly
Through infinite bars,
The inhale of galaxies,
The exhale of moons,
A melody eternal
In cosmic tunes.

It is the song of the wind
Through whispering trees,
The hum of creation
In the drone of bees,
The pulse of the ocean,
The crash of the waves,
A voice that awakens,
Transforms, and saves.

Hu is the bird's call
At dawn's gentle rise,
The rustling of grasses
Where soft breezes lie,
The cry of the eagle
That soars toward the blue,
The glimmer of stars
In night's velvet hue.

It is the soft sound
Of the sun's golden climb,
The spinning of planets,
The rhythm of time,
The creak of the pulleys
As seasons revolve,
The fire of the cosmos,
Eternal, resolved.

O wondrous Hu,
The music of spheres,
A rhythm that echoes
Through measureless years,
Inhale the divine,
Exhale the pure,
In this sacred song,
All life is secure.

Through cycles and seasons,
In shadow and hue,
All beings are singing
Their essence of Hu.
For deep in creation's
Expansive expanse,
The celestial music
Compels us to dance.

MyKoul