The morning dew adorns her body
as her charm begin to unfold
a vibrant bloom of intoxicating proportions
makes an impression dare and bold.

dressed in a shade of the majestic ocean
her grace softens the hardest of heart
but her thorns absorb all the pain
when her world's ripped apart.

she captures an artist's mind
when the canvas comes alive with her glory
she 's a faithful acolyte of Nature
In the morning breeze,she writes her story.

"The pain will be passing"
the wild winds cried out
to Mother Nature.The hour
calls for contemplation, acute
contemplation. The Sun with
hope in his heart, bode farewell
by gently kissing the horizon.
For he knows,when this veil
of pain shall be lifted,the grace of
heaven will fall upon this earth,and
so pure will be the phenomena that
even the gods would stand still.
So,in spite of the pain,Mother Nature
puts up a gracious smile in the flowers,
the unknown fear of darkness alleviated
by the Moon,whose pure light spreads hope
of the coming miracle,tearing the darkness
the immortal song of the Nightingale pulsate
in every soul,fireflies decorate the glade with
a burning passion for life,above,the stars,splendors
of the spirit, gaze upon Mother Nature to seek and offer
blessing to their loved ones.
It is then when her Pain subsides, and she absorbs all
the joy of the world to proclaim the birth of Night.

From earth's *****, he rises with glory
conqueror of shadows, the young morning sun
through nature's children, he tells his story
the mortals rejoice of what he’d done.

The first laughter comes from the flowers
While birds starts the song of the morn
And Dawn is rendered in full raw power
In his wake, a new day is born.

Upon the hour, when he is no longer young
His freedom slowly changes into pride
His fiery rays mocks the bird’s song
Softness and contentment finally divides.

Then the illusion appears
As everything he touches becomes a shadow
His own creation, thwarts him clear
Like a very treacherous foe.




And by the passing of day
His pride slowly subsides
yet he has a lot to say
But in whom shall he confide?

The answer came out easy
When a calm breeze swept his land
the birds returned home, and the flowers busy
to pray for the next dawn, hand-in hand.

The setting sun had the same innocence
That presented the beautiful dawn
For dusk speaks through his fading presence
With the same language that started the dawn.

The shadows were exalting at his departure
Until they too, felt the call
Broken were their form, and structure
When darkness consumed them all.

Sands of the beach,warms

to the glory of sunrise,the

red rays play gleefully on

their dunes giving them life,

A new dawn awakes to the

soft roar of the waves,rebellious

yet content.

Along the horizon the morning

fog removes her mystic veil to

reveal a ship,ghostlike,it slowly

approaches the shore,while seagulls

gyrate above in unclear patterns,

and the calm ocean in harmony with

the sky merge into the Oneness of Creation.