The whispering of birds,
the murmuring of animals,
the gushing of wind .
That's the nature of God ,
who calls in the morning ,
those sounds ,those minds.
The breeze on the petals of the flowers,
the fragrance of the jasmine in the garden,
Reminds the beauty of the God as the warden.
The things we do ,the things we plan to do,
The minds we use ,the heart we feel in it.
It's all about Him,His blessings His glories,
The smile of the mamma and lorries .
The sum of the joys and the wounds,
there one who is powerful and kind.
The whispering of birds,
the murmuring of animals,
the gushing of wind.
—Sher Khan
