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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