When I hear the birds chirping
The trees blooming
And insects collecting nectar
Then I hear -
A child in his soft little cradle
Is awakened by the cool breeze
Flowing through his tiny hands
That strikes his delicate cheeks
He blushes, he moves
The nature adores him
He is the blossom of ’love’,
A bud of innocence,
A flower of pure wisdom,
The joy of every being,
For he is the gift of God.
His freedom is the pure spirit,
He is off malice and dirt,
He rejoices in that eternal bliss
Wherefrom a voice echoes -
O’ Humans!
Light up your hearts
Feel that eternal joy of life
Come out of these worldly obsessions,
Where there are no confessions!
That stream of love surpasses in you
And rejuvenates the pain in you
You become a tree of love
That each branch is the fulfillment in you
Then you are straight from the heavens
Cool, Composed and Content.
