Born of the earth, O' spirit of mine forever wandering
the avenues of yesterday, propel me into the morning light that comes afresh; Laughing sunbeams of 1'000
dreams, kiss my forehead so there upon I may make a
sunrise wish, that my heart soar high and freely on this
day, sounding my flute in tune with the happy song of
the morning bird...
Born of the earth, O' spirit of mine forever projected to
the skies and watching time use it's wings, ground me
to the suspending moment of grace, timeless and unique
so that I may fully live & catch the crimson dappled hues
of the waking sun at dawn; For never again shall it wake
with the same rehearse nor melody and refrain...
Born of the earth, O' spirit of mine forever anticipating
the 'hours' that chase each other relentlessly, turn my
regard toward the east so that my eyes behold the red
scarlet splendour of the sunrise; A spectacular thing
that Man could ever aspire to wake to, a heavenly glow
smiling upon the earth, tending her hand in offer of yet
another gift, that of today...
Born of the earth O' spirit of Man, wait not in expectation
of bathing in the 'perfect' sunrise, for those exquisite and
unique 'moments' have long turned into a million sunsets
that have now melted into the echos of 'time'...
by Wajia-Patricia Bühl
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