Sitting under the mango tree
I lie in the shade carefree,
I see the sun glowing high
I feel the breeze passing by.
I know my heart is weary and so is my mind,
I believe the world has been unkind.
My eyes move around and the surrounds look tired too,
Everything looks tainted when I look for a clue or two.
My thoughts are interrupted by a drop of rain
I didn’t see things change while I chased my pain.
Time had gone by and life had moved on
I woke up from my dream to another hopeful dawn…