“In the early morning,

As I walked into my balcony,

I was met, by a cold gust of wind,

And a thousand different sounds:

Birds chirping, crows cawing, dogs barking,

And as I sat on my bamboo swing set,

My eyes were met, by a cold, grey sky,

But my heart yearned for the sun,

And as time went on,

I could see the grey sky melt into blue;

As the Sun rose slowly, and majestically,

I could already feel, the warmth of the day rush into me,

Along with hope and excitement for the day.