The sun came up,
It began all over again.
The dew drops on the grass,
The birds singing the song of their hearts.
Everything is new,
Everything is beautiful.
In it’s true nature,
The smiling sun,
Shining bright on us.
Everyone rushing to get it all done,
To always be there first,
To always get it all done.
Twenty four hours aren’t enough,
We rush,
Trying to have it all.
Sit,
Think,
Work,
Explore.
Stop and relax,
Breathe and take in the nature.
We are all under the same sky,
Everything is beautiful,
When the sun comes up,
It’s our chance.
To appreciate,
To change,
To smell the flowers,
Look up at the sky and smile.
I hope that I live a little more,
When the sun comes up tomorrow.

Aashna Vidyarthi