A greeting... with feel, as if words capture not the greet...

Wish could i greet you
Not with words even,
But with this feel
Of silence and cool
Of the dawn...
This clear dustless air,
This mild beauteous breeze
As she blows singing a serenade...

Wish could i send all
To you by air...
As perhaps you sometimes have felt
Within ,
Perhaps when you have chosen
To get risen,
Morns,
Early enough
To see Your sky
How catching the hues so pinkish
At the Sunrise,
To see how birds there happily, merrily, fly...
To smell the blossoms waking by His grace...
To see how dew drops night long slept on petals and leafy blades...

Wish could i greet you
Not with words even,
But with only feel...