domingo, 12 de agosto de 2012

Nasce o Dia




                                                         A relva mansa, orvalhada,
                                                         Sorri ao ver a alvorada
                                                         Despertar um novo dia;
                                                         Qual um manto aveludado,
                                                         De suaves gotas banhado,
                                                         A transbordar alegria.


                                                         O astro rei se levanta,
                                                         E com os seus raios encanta
                                                         Este lindo alvorecer...
                                                         Como se a natureza chorou,,
                                                         E seu próprio pranto enxugou,
                                                         Para um novo dia nascer.


                                                         Lá na mata a passarada,
                                                         Melodiosa, encantada,
                                                         Canta cantos de louvor;
                                                         É o canto da alvorada
                                                         Despedindo a madrugada,
                                                         Numa canção terna de amor.


                                                         Na matriz os sinos tocam,
                                                         E os joelhos se dobram,
                                                         Genuflexos em oração.
                                                         Desperta toda a cidade,
                                                         Tudo é cor, é claridade,
                                                         Na paz da imensidão.


                                                         Nasce assim um novo dia,
                                                         Cheio de encanto e alegria,
                                                         Qual um jardim multicor;
                                                         São lágrimas d’ouro banhadas,
                                                         Gotas purpúreas, orvalhadas,
                                                         Sorrisos do Criador.


                                                                                                                    Paulo Holanda