Are you that ray which calls the dawn?
Or the dew drops on the flowers in my lawn?
Wrapped in brightness, are you the warm sunshine?
Or echoing in the woods, you are that song divine?
I heard a tweet, were that you on my window?
Or trying to wake me up, the sun-ray on my pillow?
Oh! Please tell me, are you the cloud in the hills?
Or the valley of flowers, which looks like frills?
Are you the full moon, shining bright in the snow?
Or whispering in my ears, you’re the breeze in the meadow?
Or are you that bird, flying freely up high?
Glittering like diamond, a star in the sky?
Whatever you are, of this world or another,
With your ethereal charm, there is none other.
So standing awestruck here, I suddenly realize,
It’s not you, my love, but rather my eyes.
I never know why, whenever ‘beauty’ I see,
It’s always ‘you’, that’s found by me.