The sun is up early to brighten your face,
and the creepers green for you to breath clean.
The storm abates until you pass by,
while the sand softens to cushion your feet.
The river stays still till you dip out wet,
and the roses instead have shed their red,
my lady , they know you are pained in seeing blood.
Finally when sleep hovers around,
the moon is smeared with darkness.
With nothing bright around to disturb you sleep,
and with my messengers of love always at your feet,
from the moment you rise till that you sleep ,
Iam here at peace , resting,
beneath our dried backyard leaves.