The sky turning from dark to blue to golden hue,
The fresh fragrant flowers welcoming the new day with their vibrant colours,
The dew drops turning slowly into unblended perfumed mist,
The resonating melody of the temple bells and conch from the the temple on the hilltop,
The distant azan by the muezzin for the fazr prayers,
Fortunate are we, to experience the beautiful little things the Almighty has blessed us with.
Musings of a Wanderer 