Up comes the Sun

Up comes the Sun
And every flower smile in my hanging garden
Opening their petals and stretching to the limits
They smile aglow,
straining tender golden rays in their coloured beings
Swaying in the lap of sweet breeze...

Outside the fresh air touches trees, boughs, leaves jovially
Playing like a baby elephant among dense foliage
And in their closed entities the buds pray with folded hands
With gratitude and fulfillment for the up-springing fountain of life
To the Unseen Creator!

And I collected all these to gift you
And place in Your sashank-sphatik lotus feet!