When the heavens resound a hymn
Ever so often and now and then,
The angels touch earth to dream
With me; when the heavens resound the hymn.
The morning holds hands with the ocean
And together a mighty blue screams;
The mountains raise hands in abandon
And praise — to embrace the azure velveteen.
The branches they wave in unison
As the wind it flirts with their leaves;
A bird chirps out a morning song
With glee — romancing the faithful trees.
When God smiles down at creation
The flowers look up in esteem;
Their arms in open consignation
And joy — as their petals appear from within.
Round and round the spheroid turns
And then morning is gone, now noon;
The ants conclude their working song
And tired — the sun says goodbye, now the moon:
Wrapping the scene with a grey blanket
The crescent murmurs a pray’r;
Crowning the view with an amulet
Of elegance — the sky dons its stars with flair.
The heavens conclude one stanza
Of an eternal symphony played above;
While two lovers embrace in the plaza
In bliss — looking at the heavens with love.