The Solar Windmill

There’s no greater symbolism of life than a sunrise It is reminiscent of the book of Genesis, “Let there be light” The slow reopening of a blinded eyesight from prolonged darkness Of a proud father smiling at his children and their loving mother His heartbeat is seeing the happiness they hold in their faces Nothing compares to feeling of the warmth of the sun's rays There’s a hidden power descending, working from within That gives you, the earth pure energy, simultaneously like a water sprinklers Tapping into the universe, harnessing the ultimate force Love is the garden at the centre of the cosmos, the source, the roots The silent wind blows through multidirectional space No gale wind can rival the ferocity of even the slightest whiff Entire worlds tumble at its dragon breath Pumping sunlight that gives rise to water and heat The silent wind rises through a vacuum like a swinging sickle A gust of sunshine riding a particle on a mission of love To care for more than just what it was meant for like a golden fan There’s a uniqueness about our blue-water like sphere A significance that allowed this orbit to have an existing planet A purpose we must fulfil as the silent wind allows us to plough in these cornfields