Mighty as the Sun that shines and the zestful daylight
Opening as the tiny buds that stare up at the kite
Rising forever; never to be doomed
New beginnings and vigorous hours ahead that loomed
Inkling as I write on the paper, the drying ink stares up
Never to be stopped, the mornings revive it all, like a novel tea-cup
Great stars that revitalize the nights shimmered in my eyes
Singing good-bye as the morning hush me awake; demeaning those dying cries!