Morning

The sun has returned, it has rising 

The hour the day bend towards it beginning,

Rooster has awakened, the hen in search to fill the chick,

This is just the start over after the sleeping holiday.

Good morning to the souls that live, to the eye that sees,

Thanksgiving to the creator, and gratitude to the maker,

For out of generosity that grace has found the gentile even outside Israel,

Drying leave has received moisture, under the drought roses has grown to beauty.

How wonderful when the sky cries, under the waiting of the flowers dries the impurities

The heart of the earth seeks its makeup within the homes of trees,

The awesomeness of time, length of the unforgettable experience,

thanks to the giver,maker and The creator,

The healer, guider and the lover.