The silver pearls of morning dew,
The yawning world so fresh and new,
This isn’t just a day, my friend,
It’s the heaven in the backyard lane.
A drop, a pitter and then a patter,
Water is bouncing on my shutter,
This isn’t just rain, my friend,
It’s the life flowing through the plains.
A smile, a tease and a wink flashing,
A blush, a shake and a swift glancing,
It isn’t just a girl, my dear,
It’s the angel walking by near.
A bug, a wasp and a bee hovering around,
Velvet layers of beauty that surround,
It isn’t just a bloom, my friend,
It’s the love uttered in plain.
A push, a nudge and a pull of the hair,
Fighting and slapping is all I care,
But, it’s not a war, my dear friend,
It’s my buddy in his fidgeting years.
A flick, a spark and then a light,
The darkness is swaying in fright,
It’s not just a candle, my friend,
It’s the hope guiding the men.
Tilak K C