It's those days when you sit and ponder,
And you truly 'look' around you;
It's those days when you just wonder,
If purpose in life has found you.

It's those days when you glance yonder,
And see for once the swaying trees;
It's those days when you just wonder,
How mellifluous are the humming bees.

It's those days when you feel asunder,
And you think you've lost your way;
It's those days when you think it's a blunder,
But life smiles and tells you- "It's okay".

It's those days that make you complete,
For all else is a heady blur;
It's those days that truly are replete,
With silence and the occasional stir.