In Celebration Of The Blue God’s Birthday

They see him playing his flute perched on a rainbow

Sometimes he hides behind a cloud to tease them

In a game of eternal hide and seek

The animals perceive him, and so do the birds, bees and elementals

The grass sways in ecstasy feeling the touch of his feet

You can never separate the creator from his creation

From each speck of dust to every star

Is a celebration of his existence

And for every heart that loves him –

The blooming of a flower is the birth of Krishna

Every raindrop is his tear of love

The flow of the wind his embrace

The earth constantly renews itself in his glory

Every day is Janmashtami festival

In celebration of the Blue God’s birth