The morning who carries the essence of spring

Dengan Nama Allah Tuhan yang Maha Mengasih lagi Maha Penyayang



There I sat under the great Korean pine under the shadow of the sky,
listening to the sound of the magpies and the butterfly as they flew by,
inhaling the rush of fumes of the moisturising air as rain began to pour down,
watching the green undergrowth running in joy upon hearing the sound,

Had not the ball of ray peaks between the leaves this lovely morning,
Had not the water of earth ascent to darken the cloud this lovely morning,
Had not the roaming critters of the dark sang praises to their Lord that night,
Had not the moon's beam sparkle diamond onto the surface of the lake that night,

The earth would not receive this blessing from the sky above,
For I will never hear the morning lullaby of the mountain and the doves,
For within them I found a bard's tale of the path I've left behind,
To move to the end of the road walking the path his Creator defined.



Dedicated to the hill behind my dormitory which made me realize the world is indeed a beautiful place. That made me remember my duty here and my love fo my Creator as to Him
I will place my life in order to uphold my identity. May He bless me with the power to do so.He knows best.