I am a deaf fotographer

My optic gears are my ears,
When the sun shun upon me, I am in fear,
of the God that made me to be here,
So I am not deaf, but alive coz I am a seer,
Of His creations, of this nature,

Allah almighty, and I praise upon you,
As the sky turn slowly blue,
And a new day come without due,
and I am glad my faith is with You.