How wondrous is creation’s art!
Each blooming flower lifts its face toward the silent, listening sky.
At the first whisper of dawn,
Hillocks and mountains rise in grace,
Their steadfast shoulders touching the rim of heaven.
Leaves that grow in Earth’s warm lap, quiver with emerald longing,
Their tiny eyes filled with light from the boundless sky above.
Sacred towers of faith stand still,
Watchful in their silent prayer,
While folded palms greet the Sun—
A hymn of devotion rising skyward.
For the sky is the cradle of hope,
The fountain where wisdom begins.
It is never an empty void,
But an infinite ocean of wonder.
Beyond its endless horizons, dwells the grandeur of timeless truth,
As though the heavens themselves hold the breath of the Divine.
O Sky of Hopes!
The world forever turns to you—
To gather courage, to seek wisdom,
And to march on and on
Toward the light of tomorrow.
