When i took these pictures the only thought which struck me was that just like this magnificent feeling that i am having there is no single word to describe it other than what i already know...but something better is unknown to me just like the flower, the shrub the photos of which i took or the poet whose poetry i remembered...that poet is also unknown. The best things we receive...remain UNKNOWN...
Beauty of the Morning
In the beauty of the morning
When the sun awakes the world
When the birds begin their singing
And the clouds are all unfurled.
Have you ever stopped to listen
As the darkness fades away
When the golden dawn is breaking
and heralds in the day?
If you've never seen the glory
of the rising of the sun
Now's the time to do this
For at least, just even one.
Your heart will swell with praises
As you see the beauty there
You will find your spirit soaring
And your heart bowed down in prayer.