A new ray of sunlight,
Small dewdrops,
Breeze kissing the face,
Tingling through the hair,
Whispering into the ears,
Bringing freshness on the face,
To treasure this feeling,
Forever and ever…
Life seems to be dancing on the edge of time,
Like dewdrops on the tip of a leaf,
Life as evanescent as the morning dew,
The freshness with the first light of the day,
Descends slowly with the day approaching it’s peak.
Like each day begins,
Each dew drops symbolizing begin of a new hope,
The size of each drops representing the life’s agony,
Life seems to be a puzzle engulfed within itself,
Giving a tough fight at times, or an amusement.
Whatever the day be, it ends somewhere to begin a new,
Stops somewhere, to start a new,
Gets killed, to take a rebirth.
Life is like a dew drop,
Life is like a dew drop,
At the edge of some leaf,
Trying to retain itself from falling.