The first light

The first light

Dawn stirs in the leaves on the trees
Separating them in ones and twos
The vague light slowly spreads
On the dark vale, the granite ranges.

It sets the rhythm for the buds in bunches
To open delicately wrought petals
For the pale rays to brighten, change into fays
The tall grasses, the fields, sway to eastern skies.

Birds call to one another, taking wing
From their nightlong nests, to distant places
Searching for food and water for their young.
The sheep amble along the familiar hillsides,

Mountainous rocky path to the pastures
Stretching on the tops of the brushy hills.
Someone’s soft song in a temple distant
Floats on the airy waves; a tune simple,

Turning the listener to wonder at the art
Of the Creator, the Supreme Artist.
His masterly strokes on cosmic canvas
Inspire the spiritual and clear the indolence.

The world is fluid between sleep and awakening
The baby, wide eyed, cherubic, for its mom, looking.
The east whitens, with the sun still unseen
Stars linger faintly flickering closing in,

Night disappears with the misty fog
Morning wakens pure, dispels the dark.
The Sun rises in golden radiance
Riding his seven steed in effulgence

Filling the entire earth and skies
With white bright glistening rays
Blessing the beings and benefits
The universe with health and happiness.