Beams Of Glory

These dazzling rays of sunlight ...
Across the pale blue skies they gently take flight ...

The Sun has the Midas touch in his fold ...
Turning everything in his path to gold


Radiant rays emanate from him...

Till darkness swirls in slow and dim


This moment is brilliantly frozen in time... 

Sounds of silence in nature's rhyme


You light up my life that stretches vast...

All the hopes I harbored in the past


Find a meaning in this time of bliss...

I'm lucky and fortunate not to miss


This awe, this grandeur, this wonderful sight...

Created by those magical slanting rays of light!