The shrill of an infant’s cry and the mother’s smile with a tearful eye
The thrill of an eagle’s fly and a brave push that pulls her high
The transformation of a cocoon into a butterfly
The ease of breath and the mammoth form inside
Salty meadows with sweet fruits
Scorching deserts with oasis en-route
The sunshine- The shadow -The rain and lore
The Gene- The Being –The Life and chore
The Moment- the Music –The Rhythm of chords
The Bliss -The Grace-The Beauty of Lord
All is yours to hold and adore
It may not wait and can’t be stored
Live the Cheer of dawn until dusk, en-live the hope at the fall of dusk
Keep the faith in larking dark, Trust the Might in weakest hour
For even if you drop the strand, He holds you safe in the hollow of his hands
For even if you lost his sight, He never even blinked his eyes
He is there- He is aware, He is creating a Marvel – you could be unaware
Maybe another cry that brings a smile; Maybe another push that pulls you high.
Silent musings 