Am I ?
The sun creeps up along the terrace Trying to touch my toes, To curl up as a warm ball of happiness And spread its wings all over. The colors of life Keep waving their lovely petals, To draw me into them And induce me into the make belief Sense of belongingness. The crisp cool air rustles the leaves Threatening to shatter my slumber, And break into my dreamless sleep. All around me the whole world Moves to embrace me Yet again in this eternal Act of believing that I am alive.