In the day's wake

Sunlight pours in from the eastern sky,
spreading its giant fingers, over the entire world.
A brightening light of yellowish origin,
filters in through the windows of clouds.
Cry of the cockerel overcomes the cricket's sound;
rustlingis heard in the nest of the birds,
Opening of eyes that the night had sewn close.
The face of the sunflower shines again,
lifting its head from the shied hanging of the night.
Buzzing of the bees, near and far,
soon swallows the silenced night.
On water surfaces a glimmer again,
on pink lilies glistens a shade of yellow.
The farmhouse rumbles with the clicking of hooves,
of horses waiting to taste the sun's warmth.
A thousand feet desend from beds,
filling with the thoughts which with them will retire.
The moos of the cows bring the cowshed to life;
Sleep withers away and activity resumes.
Everyone welcomes the arrival of a day waiting to be lived.
The whole world sings to the music of the sun,
with all the commotion comes morning again.

May Almighty Allah bless and protect us!Aameen!

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