My Glimpse And Glance Is After The Yonder

Look! ! There is a sea of light falling on the hills, then it enters into the valley. Light in her desirous, eager search after beauty reaches the wild beautiful flowers. I breathe the smell of glory. The wind plays on the leaves of the mighty trees in the valley like an appetent lover full of mirth. The early morning haze lies like the spun yarn waiting for the playful hands of the lover. The hazes of the dawn are the feathers of the sun rays flying softly in the soft, clear air. My glimpse and glance is after the yonder spreading itself on the remoteness of the land. The silver-grey horizon mirrors endlessness. In marvel drinks my soul the joy deep inside and feels behind all knowledge the presence of eternity.