Morning of that beautiful day

Morning of that beautiful day,

she was walking down the lane.

It was a cold morning,

a soft gust of wind kissed her cheeks,

and she would shiver, yet smile,

for she felt that these are the moments,

worth cherishing and not repenting,

these are the moments to lean on,

and not to run away from.

For these are the essence of nature,

and they will play a lead role,

in making you understand your worth,

making you fall in love with yourself.

She understood the fact that nature has most to teach,

that even the leaves show off their colors on the deathbed.

They make it all so beautiful,

for they know that they will grow again,

all young and beautiful.