You stand proudly beneath a misty sunrise
In a luminous meditation on divine love and grief.
Your face gleams as the sun slowly emits colours,
Your eyes peak through the blurred leaves,
putting together everything, assembling life-
People may not notice, but that doesn’t matter.
You are very much there - elevated.
Air is drunk, you want to store in the brain cell,
A tale of humanity - For its revival!
There is a neatness, a low conversation-
More than whisper in the current ripples,
You look for more and some more.