GOOD MORNING (1)

 

 

At the time when the sky turns crimson,

And only gray mist disguises the hour,

Like a wondrous bird, fragrant lotus

White as silk, starts to open the flower.

 

And the bird, standing still before soaring,

Shines like the lotus with style and grace.

The dawn now arises, as Flight and Beauty,

Illumined by light, emerge from the haze.