The Wake Up Call

Every day, when the narrow bright ray

Comes piercing through my window slit,

When the warmth dress me up from the cold,

When the blackly immersed room

Refilled with its true bright color,

When the opaque window frames

The shadows of tiny leaves,

When the muted chirpings sprang into life,

I wake up every morning,

Breathing the Jasmine scent

Gathered by the cool breeze,

Chanting the daily prayer

And turning to the day's wake-up call

I prepare for the day's surprise gift!