Wake up to a fresh morning
To make the dreams of the night
Come to light.
Has there been any morning
Which did not bring fresh tidings
A new perspective to the days begone.
A sunrise that throws new light
A light that cloaks the old
With a new dress for that day.
Some vibrant like the spring colors
Some with somber notes of the winter
Some dazzling white like the summer afternoon.
Don’t waste the sight of the new world
The droplets of despair vaporized
Wiped by the tender veil of morning sun.
Come, breathe in the air
Spiked with the scents
Of coffee, Of new dreams, Of new beginnings.