I held in my hands the dew drops of morning...
They slipped through my fingers without any warning
I tasted the sunrise, the sweetness of daylight;
And watched the horizon transform into midnight
The soundings of creatures, the whispers of plantlets
Spoke to my spirit without any antics.
Inside of the meadows and green winding pathways
I saw all the footprints of present and past days
The rhythmn of nature and melody of spirits
Were echoing through moments and singing through minutes
Challenging the people: the countless, the masses;
To pause and take notice of everything that passess..
The calling of prophets and wisdom of nations
Comes out like an earthquake with so many vibrations
Touching the hungry, with food for the spirit
All of the universe is a nourishing glisten