It's you

Morning dew

Falls in my eyes, 

Another sunrise

Will be seen

In the horizon, 

A pack of lies

Will begin to

Consume the day, 

Alluring ways, 

Mad rush, chasing time, 

Ignoring the rising star

For a meaningless reason, 

Will invariably lead

The world and its cousin

To the pre-written prison. 

In the interim, 

Let me hum

With the birds, 

Without words. 

I wonder how sadness

Can be so beautiful, 

It brings us closer

To the truth.

I realise that the dew 

Is not just a mere drop, 

It's your presence, it's you.