Closing these eyes I can see,
I can feel the withering away trees,
The tiny birds in the cages, trying to be free.
I can see the unseen,
And beyond, of what’s going to be.
In this inevitable world of chaos,
Life and death have equal parts to play on.
Succeeding over our pasts,
Is the cause which is helping us to go on.
A sapling of plant grows on a diseased tree,
Just like planktons feeding on the dead seas.
Birds often die in their shells struggling to get free,
Every hardship we endure is a promise that we’ll succeed.
There’s more to living than you think,
Just like life-stories, written beautifully with ink.
Every dawn and dusk of each passing day,
Is a new chapter of history towards our stay.