by Yehuda Kassif
The air is crystal clear before the sun,
With its thousands Mexican fire opal hues,
Rises on jasper mountains
A misty setting for the new-day prayers.
In aquamarine sky, touches of golden-edged clouds
Move slowly from west to east.
Leaving traces of shiny sparkles
Like mica flakes in aventurine rocks.
Under small tourmaline rosemary bushes,
Diamond dew-beads moisturize
Peridot grass and reeds,
Enabling agate snails to weave
Shiny paths into silvery lace.
Near warm citrine yellow beaches,
Small hematite fish play hide-and-seek
With ripping gentle waves,
While the dark, chilly, deep-sapphire sea
Cradles pearls in their alga covered oysters.
First juicy mandarin oranges and amethyst grapes
Are peeking between emerald leaves.
And shady groves in full blossom
Lavishly spread their scent into onyx nights.
And after opal moon escorted by topaz stars
Will glide down the Milky Way,
Pink morganite cheeks with pearly smiles
Will hand you poppies red like rubies
Saying – Our hearts are widely open – Please come.