Consider the benevolent sunlight: As fervent as flowers
Neighboring the path of a melody.
Clouds contours its golden orifices for hours,
Swinging with each zephyr that comes along.
The day becomes a mustard-colored sunlight
Declining through the casement of your smile.
Numinous ambiance, headed downstream.

Sit upon your ledge a moment.
How lovely the singing of the mountain
Humming to its captivated spectators of sapphire
Like raving along a passageway of cascades,
Flip the coin and make this wish:
May you long love the beauty of mother Earth!
And rejoice with joy your day of nativity.
But you must appreciate the sun’s munificence
That makes all greens to grow
The brown to dry up
And the colourless to concoct the skies.