Dawn comes, its light shines upon the Earth,

A man rests in his garden, tranquil and happy;

A day of hard work lies before him.

He gazes upon the trees and leaves,

Watching as the breath of the wind rustles them both;

He grins as they dance in the Sun’s light.

He hears the song of a rivulet,

Its cool waters glimmering under the morn’s rays;

Birds play in the sweetness of its form.

Froglings leap onto the fresh stream’s bank,

One day, to return, to fertilize their life’s source,

And in turn, to be reborn, again.

Flowers open and share their beauty,

Their vibrant petals evoking life’s grand splendor;

Their fragrance, permeating the air.

The man closes his eyes and listens;

Between the symphonies of nature, there’s silence;

The Divinity of Creation.

The light of the world bestows its fruits;

The man rises and walks through the garden to work,

At peace with the gift given to him.

When his time comes, he’ll simply dissolve,

His soul returning to the Oneness of the All,

Cherished within the Heart of Paradise.