It's summer, sun on rise
Birds chirping through the morning dew,
We never realised!
Morning breeze run through our hair,
It's a pleasant day, we have awaken to,
Yet, too busy are we to never acknowledge our breath?
When was it last that we smiled,
At a facade that adored the reflecting surface?
Too busy are we?
Often the coffee went cold,
Cuisine never savoured,
For we are too busy, to halt a while?
The books atop await a read by the window,
While it rained, pitter-patter outside
The petriochor tickling our senses!
Wondering if we missed it all, hope we saw the cuckoo up there that's just out of its shell,
Pondering when did they lay their nest by our residence?
The skies falling dark,
Day closing by, million stars fill the empty space,
Have we gazed them all?
To busy are we,
Running against time to never halt by?