The sun shines down on to my face,
Scars of old times my fingers can’t trace,
Family and friends that were close to my heart,
I left behind when I had to secretly depart.
Scared and alone in this old, musty room,
Wishing and dreaming for my old stars and moon.
Time ticks too slowly for my aching mind,
The pains from past hatred and wars combined.
To a new place, I have now come,
And a new life I have begun,
Away from those scary and dangerous times,
I can now share my story with new minds.
Many years have now passed,
But the horrors in my mind still last,
I can now live in peace happily,
But I will still die a refugee.

Water so blue, trickles during the night,
Along with the sounds of birds taking flight,
The croaking of frogs, hiding behind leaves,
And the small water bird that sits on the eaves.
A smell comes to me, of water on rocks,
And the mixture of what the night dew concocts.
Smooth algae in dark places, where it grows so quick,
Green leafy foliage, against a background of brick,
The chill of the night soon fades away,
Warmth from the sun, brings the dawn of a new day.
Bubbles are popping, down near the water,
Where fish await servants with their breakfast order,
As I wait for the brisk of morn to pass,
I taste the dew amid the freshly cut grass.
The sun confirms that a new day is dawning,
But all I want is to enjoy this morning.