The moon, a silver sheet, unfurled,
And stars, a scattered, shimmering world.
A breeze, so cool, a whispered sigh,
Who fashioned this, beneath the sky?
You are the first, the final shore,
From you, all worlds forevermore.
From you, the parents, love's embrace,
From you, the dawn of childhood's grace.
From you, this vibrant, painted scene.
The trees, the birds, the waters gleam,
From you, the gardens' sweet perfume,
The humming bees in blooms of blue,
Their song, a prayer, forever true.
From you, the dew, the fragrant bloom,
From you, this springtime's sweet perfume.
From you, the wind's invigorating kiss,
From you, the air, in perfect bliss.
You are the light of both worlds' gleam,
By you, we're nurtured, in a dream.
The heavens yours, the earth below,
The whole wide world, your radiant glow.
From you, the clouds, the summer rain,
From you, the storm, the sun's domain.
From you, the lightning's sudden spark,
From you, the storm, and shadows dark.
From you, the rapture and the mark.
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