It’s a brisk Autumn morning,
The temples are still sound asleep.
The water trickles softly on the roofs of the temples.
The first break of light,
Sounds finally appear.
The sounds of music fill the brisk morning air.
The sounds of the monks singing in the halls,
Can soothe ones soul.
The peaceful tunes that echo,
Can take a person back in time.
To a time of peace and tranquility.
As I listen to the monks sing,
My heart pounds with delight.
The song fills my heart and soul,
As my body is filled with a bright white light.