AlAnoud Writes

In fields of green where gratitude takes flight,

Beneath a bright blue sky with clouds so white,

The sprinklers spin their rainbows in the air,

And the divine’s soft love touches us in light.

We work and yet we dance on waves of breeze,

A Sufi spin of thanks and sacred ease,

The sun’s warm touch, the whisper of the day,

In every shade of green, the heart finds peace.

So gratitude becomes a sacred rhyme,

A flowing love that meets us every time,

The divine embrace that holds us near,

In every breath, we feel the love sublime.