Something New

The sunlight wakes me in the morning
The atmosphere around us paints it blue
The birds are singing in the morning
Nature made them fly for you
The mind is gentle without warning
The days and nights that I've been through
The summer ends while I'm still yawning
The northern winds will be here soon
To some, the world is still dawning
To me, the earth sings a dying tune
I live a simple life in watching
I live because survival is a colour that returns us to something new.