When there's 1000 topics to lie about,

I cannot help but let out a prideful pout.

In morning's light, the world seems quite new,

Grass adorned with silver dew.

Each droplet holds a tiny yellow sun,

A day of hope has always just begun.

Flowers blew in every corner,

I can't see the sight that shows the mourner.

When the sun sets to rest,

Days like this seem to be blessed.