Heavenly
In the open plains where my ancestors roamed,
I stand with a heart tenderly combed.
Where my father bought sheep,
for Eid, he would always keep.
Mild melancholy embraces my soul,
As I witness nature's mesmerizing role.
Majestic mountains rise, touch the orange skies,
While the setting sun casts its warm, gentle dyes.
Clouds dance painted by golden light,
A canvas of beauty, a breathtaking sight.
The earth, adorned with a carpet of green,
Soft grass beneath, like a tranquil dream.
Wildflowers bloom, delicate and fair,
Their fragrant whispers perfumed the air.
As the chatter of my mind finds a blissful hush,
I'm captivated by this heavenly brush.
Ecstasy rises within me untamed,
Words fail to capture this feeling unnamed.
For in this serene moment, my spirit takes flight,
Embracing the beauty with all its might.
Mild melancholy and serenity entwine,
As I stand in this splendour, this moment is divine.
Zaki Sema |