Because of sun’s rise in far East
In love of time is dancing mist.
Like the cycle of water so far,
At night come angels shiny star.
Dances water on wings of wind,
Soil in affection rain drops bind.
Find the path row you all of love,
In far horizon calls us new dove.
There is no season as love blooms,
Watch and awake soon in zooms.
Mother in love dandles children,
Cloud in love cries, drops the rain.
Pain takes away nature’s beauty
Love makes the path of life fruity.
Life is full of love of our father,
That is why we come oh brother.
Without bother we sing his glory,
Beloved God is our real life story.
© Kumarmani Mahakul,13 December 2014. All rights reserved.