Thursday, March 4, 2010

Restoration

The ground is still wet from the previous night's thunderstorm. You lay awake on the grass, beams of sun rays shine on your face. You look up, sleepy clouds trail the sky like herds of elephants through the African Savanna. A single bird lands on a leafless tree branch right above your head. It starts humming a gentle tune, welcoming the new day. A song of hope and optimism. The whole world around you seems to have been cleansed, and so does your soul. You feel as fresh as a new born. You inhale the sweet fragrance of the morning dew, you close your eyes, and silently whisper a little prayer of gratitude.

4 comments:

Nevin said...

beautifully written <3

Mariam said...

Thanks Nevin :)

Fatima said...

<3<3<3<3
This is amazing MashAllah!

Mariam said...

Thanks F!!