Please Wake Me Up

Wake me up When dawn descends down on the dales The crow shakes its wings in its nest The wells reverberates with sounds of pails Wake me up When crimson rays dance atop the hill The resplendent dews begin to melt on the grass And reaching the wet land the farmers start to till Wake me up When sitting by the fire women blow the billows Thin tendrils of smoke rise towards the sky And sweet lasses gather bedspread and pillows Wake me up When the priests pour water on the temple stairs The sounds of conch and cymbal fill the air The deity’s face glazes from crimson flares Wake me up When the cool breeze blows from the east Sitting upon a stone the cowherd plays the flute A ripple runs to me through the veil of mist Wake me up For I need to move out of my home To enjoy what nature displays all around May be tomorrow for me would never come