See morning as she emerges from the east,
Setting the horizon on fire with her red cloak,
The dark night fading away in the west,
Fleeing from her rosy blaze…

Listen as the birds honour her with sweet voices,
While the flightless sound the trumpet to wake the half-dead,
She whispers, her gentle breath making the morning breeze,
Dreamers wakeup to dream again.

Smell her unscented fragrance as she passes by
Rare a scent so pure;
Need not be blended,
Nevertheless chimneys dilute.

At her touch everything comes alive,
Flowers smile,
Frost lifts,
A new day breaks.

She blesses her children with all hope,
One more chance to change,
Another chance to love,
Another day to live.

She grows sweeter by the days,
For he knows his days are numbered,
He smiles on his last day,
For he understands, heaven is
morning

Noteless music no less harmony in its melody,
Body motionless only the heart may dance,
Satiety to her crave a dose of ecstacy,
The magic of the art unveiled.

The poets mind out of the box, what box!
Eternal fires to brighten this darkening land of ours,
Counterpart of science reveal the mystery in truth,
A prism to once thought pure white.

Words in poetry so relaxing breathing is toil,
Syllables so calming the heart too loud,
Truly flesh is lease, a soulbeing,
Free your mind and come along.

A walk through the universe, mind as swift as light,
My view likewise the eagle’s all problems solved.
I return home new hope and more,
There’s more to life my eyes have seen.