At 4am, eyes wide awake,
As I stare at the window, I see the sky turning colors.
The hustle-bustle of life, we don't get a chance
To notice these beautiful little things.

As I concentrate even further,
I feel those trees are still sleeping.
I can feel the soft breeze and its aroma,



Nostalgically reminded of my childhood terrace stories.




I envy how the trees get a chance
To live in nature, such a life to be cherished.
Of course, they also have to face harsh weather,
Just like the ups and downs of our life.

- Dhanasree