There have been days darker and scarier than a stormy night...
I walked among thick shadows, not noticing the beauty above:
stars that could have guided me, not making me lose sight
on a very lonely path, which the harsh wind clothed with clove.
There's no greater joy than the blissful feeling of a reborn spirit
making this wonderful day memorable by forgetting every fault;
forgiveness is a rushing river cleansing and instilling holy thoughts:
all should run to its bend and immerse themselves in those waters.
I turn to the gleeful skies and breathe in the scent of a sleek pine,
puffy and bright clouds brush my face and glide past a big kite...
and seeing the awesomeness of creation beyond the human eye:
I rejoice in my day by cherishing the sublime images that won't die.