Rise

Twilight drops down her curtain slowly and silently

I behold the golden-grains of moments in eyes with tranquillity

Head bows in gratitude with the evening prayer

To the benevolent creator of life, extraordinaire

I rest my head on a velvety night

And open my eyes' curtain with the golden rays of hope, so bright

When the golden-orb blooms and erases the darkness of my blues

The dawn spreads out her crimson arms and unfurls life's hues

As it sprinkles colors of light on me, that rests

The birds of dreams and hope sing and leave my nest

The golden hues caress my earth

Surely, it gives me a ray of mirth.

It kindles the warmth and passion to my soul,

And I get the divine bliss and enlightenment the whole

Then I slide my silhouette away from the night,

And born for a purpose to rise to radiant every color bright!