I noticed how the beams of light,
Are caught upon the morning fog,
The sun within the droplets write,
The words of sprightly dialogue.
What photophilic stories say,
In liquid languages unknown,
While blinking in and out of rays,
Is love of light and water sewn.
Small secrets shared in morning air,
From molecule to molecule,
On droplets kissed by golden flare,
The sight of billion tiny jewels.
From word to song the light will glide,
With evolution of sunrise,
The instrumentalists beside,
A line of minstrels in the skies.
The bloom of beams ubiquitous,
Play symphonies of radiance,
Their Mother Sun the impetus,
Of choruses spontaneous.