John Walter B.
Juat
I woke up and the
sky was black
Everything was but
a painting
I waited
And soon the sun
greeted me
Its orange rays
pampered my skin
Like
dew drops drizzling
The chorale of
birds began their chants
The bees danced to
the music of the wind
The apple-colored
bud bloomed to an adult rose
The trees waved
its hello to me
The grass bowed
down before me
Like
a servant to a Chinese emperor
Rainbow
butterflies whispered me a love note
The mantis clapped
its hands and found its way to play sack race
The fresh breeze
kissed me
And the little
bushes wiggled their hair
I was sitting
all alone
When I heard a
voice
He was my dear
friend clothed in the sun
He was the boy
child Jesus, the master gardener
Along with Him
were seven white doves.
He embraced me and
said, “Welcome.”
“Welcome to a new
day.”
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