I rise on a summer morn Viewing feeling the addae drizzling through my face Making me to emerge from my mundane
As I take a walk through the terrace Enjoying the warmth of the sunshine on my skin I felt the joy within the birds chirping Playing like a baby with no misgiving
I felt the cool breeze on the trees making them to dance profusely like a bacchanal Enjoying themselves although the day
At this point I felt anguished because I can't be like them The feeling of uneasiness of mind All thought running through my head like a vechile on the highway. I've got a lot of things to worry about.