By God’s Hands

By God’s Hands

On a dreamy wing, I soar high
Hearing the rustle of leaves, I feel light
On paths bathed in morning’s golden drops
Snow-covered mountains turn into a mystical world

Dreams bloom in the cool, whispering breeze
Moonlight touches the lake, sparkling bright
Dragonflies flutter their wings, dancing in rhythm
They hide the pains of tiny birds together

In the glowing sunset, sunlight softly fades
Nights sway to the fragrance of the evening
Every beauty of this world fills my heart
All this splendor blooms by God’s own hands

GR kaviyoor 
02 12 2025
(Canada, Toronto)

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