• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 07


As the cold morning draught brushes my face
I close my eyes and take a deep strained breath
The montage events rush through my mind with a hurried pace

So much that I am unknown to
So little that i am aware of
So much I can be known to

As the sky turns crimson red
Towards the shore the sea gulls rush
And tiny species awake from their bed

The white sand with its soothing touch
The gentle waves that oscillate
The chirpy sounds that seem like dutch

Such variedness such diversity
Left me amazed and in awe
As I realised nature too can witness such glory