New Life

When new life is born
with natures birth into light
the shad­ows are fad­ing
from the rem­nants of night.

The colours of sun­rise
that stream through the sky
her­ald the new day
as time slow­ly ticks by.

With the bright shine of morn­ing
a new fresh­ness sur­rounds
The moun­tains seem green­er
with con­crete all-around.

The wind blows the trees
as nature stirs from its sleep
life starts to rush
there’s appoint­ments to keep.

As the sun trav­els high­er
warm­ing the earth with its heat
there’s no time for reflec­tion
won­der­ing why the heart beats.

There are white puffs of clouds
float­ing high up above
they are signs of the rains
natures teardrops of Love.

Birds fly high on the hori­zon
soar­ing down low over land
we don’t stop and smell the ros­es
stress­es of life come with demands

some­where inside is the bal­ance
of real­ly liv­ing in the dream
life is only what you make it
and its not always how it seems