The gleam of the sunshine passing through the hazy dawn
Just like the ray of realisation after
after the tears full your eyes.
The chill like the pain in the tears
and the gleam like a ray of hope .

The blossom of the flowers by the sunshine like the memories that make the hope shine .

The chirpping of the birds like the confusion in mind
Infuriating yet rouseing.

Sitting there as a spectator of the beauty of the mystical happenings

She sees the flowering Alyssa in the rythme of the chirpping sparrows.

The chilly mist reminds her that
it's just the way of life .
Without the chill and haze of the dawn just the gleam can never ignite the beauty of the blooming Alyssa alone.


© Ayla