A part of me in flower bloom,
The other part in a sad gloom.
A rooster cries at the break of dawn
Welcoming the sun to our world galore.
Yet, somewhere else, the birds lie
silent and still, to spend the night.
Cars bustle by in the morning light,
Cities wake up and drown a bird's cries.
Yet, somewhere else, a river flows by,
It's surroundings chirping with activity, humming with life.
A boy wakes up to find his parents no more,
He longs for them but they fade away some more.