In the golden freshness of a spring morning,
as I approach to open the front gate of my house,
I look toward the mountain, lit by the sun’s rays.
I love how it looks:
the mountain, bathed in that warm, golden morning light.
A moment of peace is reflected,
and a luminous scene unfolds before me.
The mountain, dressed in yellow light,
blends with the vibrant greens of the trees
and the deep shadows of darker tones.
From that union is born a vibrant and unique light,
which exalts the greatness of the mountain.
Cheerful birdsongs echo through the air,
in the distance, the whisper of wind in the leaves,
and the crunching of gravel beneath my steps.
The mountain stands majestic,
and the morning’s symphony
whispers its promises in the daylight.
And I, standing in awe,
breathe in the morning’s freshness.
I thank God for His greatness.