The Colour of Hope

I look out of my window,

Awaiting the dawn,

Your bright rays,

Sparkling on the curtains,

Shining on my pillow,

So lovely, a beautiful sight,

All over, I feel your light.

There's a special one in my garden,

Whom only you can wake up.

She goes back to sleep,

While you go back in the dusk.

I see your magic, 

Leaving me mesmerized.

The aging leaves,

Giving the hint of spring.

That's when I hear the birdies 

They begin to merrily sing.

As the monsoon begins,

Spreading the fragrance of this fruit,

This woodwind instrument,

Reminding me of my roots.

And here I come to see you again,

Ending up on a sandy shore,

In a cozy little hut,

To pass by the summer.

That's when you're at your fullest.