In the mild soft and warm rays of morning sun
The eastward that is pink and beautiful
The night gone by , a new day, a new run
Cool morning breeze, fresh and
blissful
In the rose petals, as the dew drops fall
So pure and naïve , so delicate like a woman
Each petal esthetic , heavenly and tender
A freshness delight that soothes and liven
In the laughter of a child, that blossoms like
A flower bud just opening in the spring
Lots to show , lots to know, those inquisitive eyes
With lots of promises,
and hopes to bring
In the embrace of a lover, so warm and loving
With heart full of dreams, passions and strive,
To make a new family and a new home
Promises to be kept, a karma to thrive
In the cradle of a mothers lap,
the warmth and the caress, bestowed and blessed
For a child or an oldie, where can we get
More soothing place on earth to lay..
In the shaking hands of an old man
With eyes that have seen, ears that have heard
He has watched an era gone by
Wisdom so precious , memories and words.