The morning zephyr like a cradle at the dawn
Listen, relax, get lost in the silence’ spree.
It will unfold the brightness of the morn
Take a breath to hear wind’s song thro’ trees.
Every flower bud is tossing and swinging
With the very intoxication of its existence
Its silence with the petal’s tongue saying
Not experienced florist’s jerk even once.
There, from the high flower laden slope
The brook’s coming down singing melodies
This silence is not only peace and to probe
Absence of sounds, or to find its remedies.
Silence takes us deep into recesses of heart
Connects to soul directs us to Yoga’s alert.
The Zephyr Winds
Rise oh winds of heaven come, blow soft n’ gentle
Like nature’s softening touch on eco-friendly aural
Let the ribbon of your wind caress the mellow tulip
Let the scent of summer bend to praise n’ worship
Every flower knows, the remedy to melancholy blue
It grows to siffle nature in, it soaks with all it's dew
As we extol the breath that’s keeps our soul in grace
The zephyr winds slow stir, to bring us love’s preface
Team work by Mystic Rose and Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest: New contest team work by Shadow Hamilton
6th Place win
***Mystic Rose was inspired reading the following lines in a church.
and we worked on it
“How awesome the silence of light
As it unfolds the morning's bright “