The beauty of life is not by walking along but by seeing the sunrise, the grace of gift.
As the sun shines brightly, the eyes glimpse the heart’s desire to lift.
The promise may not be held this time maybe of tomorrow.
The capable hands will keep the motion of life’s real show.
Life has different angles no one is having the same fate.
The world is too complex to understand, but only one has the full context.
The mysteries and divinity surround. Counting on, discover the undiscovered, this is life all about.
Creatures have its own plead the universe marks the hint through combining the best.
Imaginations may change the world’s full tint.
Going through the overflowing air to breath, miles to reach the unending shape.
This is where we stand, going around the circle of endless tussle.
The cry of the helpless diamonds and luxury of imminent pearls.
The longing rain and turning despairing night to a day, the dumpy loads.
Everybody’s hope filling the holes to infallibility
The uneven transparency gleaned from the eyes of the children sailing by the sea.
Let life makes the most of its best to this imperfect world.
Let the innocent child knows the truth beneath the wildest cold.
Let the winter sways where shielded dreams used to stand.
Let the dying leaves fall down and a new life preserves the ancestor’s land.
