Song of Awakening

I stand on the hill where the green rises high,
As dawn’s tender sunlight awakens the sky.
The world slowly stirs, and the spring comes alive,
As nature from slumber begins to revive.

In each budding leaf and in each curving line,
I witness the Hand of the Artist divine.
Revelation appears in a blossom so small—
Like a signature placed on a page that is all.

The world is now breathing, it blooms and it streams,
My heart overflows with its jubilant dreams.
This vision of beauty before my eyes glows,
My heart, gently opening, with radiance flows.

The forests invite with their velvety green,
The heavens now shine in a bright, vivid sheen.
And fragrance of dew, so transparent and new,
Awakens the dreams in my heart as they grew.

The sun’s gentle ray warms the grass at my feet.
I delight in each moment, so gentle and sweet.
In each breath of springtime—there’s comfort and peace,
And birds sing the hymn of the season’s release.

I marvel at wonders the world can express,
And know that my prayer ascends to the bless’d.
This tenderness round me, this joy deep within—
I melt into spring with its shimmering din.

By the whispering wind—there are traces of grace,
It carries the gifts that the blossoms embrace.
The forest tells secrets preserved through the years,
And life through the springwater softly steers.