In the orchard, the wind blows but for Thee, <br />The music of nightingale flows but for Thee, <br />Each object mirrors they Majesty and Magnificence, <br />Each flower I smell, mellows but for Thee.<br /><br />Mir Babar Ali Anees<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/adoration-of-god/
