The Sunrise it Brings
By: Ernel S. Merano
Leaves were falling from the tree
Birds were crying as I see
Longing the sun again to rise
And give a lot of surprise.
When mountains, hills and valleys
Wishing more impossibilities
As seas and oceans roar
While it dreamed to soar at the core.
Every morning brings a new day
And it anticipates practicing the sanity
Human fears the ups and downs
Behind these are the undying crowns.