I woke up with a breeze knocking at my window,
I woke up to the sun, sending a ray of hay aglow,
My feet crawled me to the open hands of the clouds,
Where morning stood smiling, with the chirping sounds,

A breeze came along yet again to brush my hair,
While the rose perched proudly, upon the stem of a leafy pair,

The dew was lying on the velvety red petal,
The soft earth, waiting its return to the warm natal,

I finally took myself into my own senses,
and drifted to a life that was unlike the morning, cribbed with stenches,

But life this beautiful should not hold you back,
to take a step ahead, and finally unhook fate's rigid backpack,

Life is about those feathery white clouds,
Life is about earths' scented mounds,
Life is about the crawling of dew drops,
Life is about those smiling golden crops.