The birds are chirping good-morning to each other

The lawnmower is playing its fanfare

And the applause of the AC fills the void

Lying on the remnants of an ancient being

Its relatives surrounding me, having lived through conflicts of love, war, and passion

The bricks lying in perfect symmetry

Forming faces with no emotion and doors that cannot

open on its own.

The gravel beneath me houses an alien world

filled with creatures I pay no attention to

The air is clean and the grass is cut

Its juices occasionally hitching onto my shoes for a ride

The sky above me is overcast without a hint

of blue; Its world forever beyond my reach

But somehow, sunlight still manages to illuminate my face

Somehow the ray’s warmth still manages to electrify my soul.