You Are One

The trees and shadows
are black and brown -
I'm afraid to turn around -
then I hear a sound
like a trumpet call,
ringing like the dawn,
orange and clean.
It's the call of the One,
a perfect Quran,
revealed upon a man
and lights the world like a sun.
It shines on my skin
and warms my mind.
I stride through the trees
tall like a woodsman -
no fear now.
You call and I come,
O Allah, As-Salam,
You are the One.