Dawn filters through the narrow corridor-
A perfect morning, serene light.
An earthen pot brimming with brightness-
Light through darkness, like sparkling eyes.
Butterflies flutter through the air,
Graceful in the morning sky.
Gusts of wind blow through the rustling tress
And birds, unwavering, continue to fly.
Lying on lush green grass,
I sigh a heavy sigh.
For it is a mere illusion,
Another thought flitting by.
I'll see it tomorrow night.
For now, I must leave this paradise.