Sweet and Fresh is the Morn,
Silent and Peaceful after the Storm;
The Sky is Blue and the Haze gone,
Undoubtedly itz a delightful Dawn.
Reminances of the storm shake my Inner,
And the trauma, I still do remember;
But the feeling pacifies me, that itz over,
And the fresh Morn will soothe me, I'm sure.
The birds are chirping in the sky,
And as free as these, do feel I;
Happy and gay my heart wants to fly,
To the summit where earth meets sky.
I want to freeze this moment for my life,
Where there is selfless love and no strife;
This is the joy I want to make my own'
And may I be parted with it by death alone...