Anonymous Faces

As the day begins,

Woken out from sleep,

All those round faces that peep,

The land now, where those faces reigns,

All scattered in a group,

All waiting as time flutters by.

A little later, which seems like an hour to these faces,

but a minute to a camera loop,

Waiting with heads and hopes held high,

Smiling at time rushing by.

Now a question pops out,

Who are these faces standing tall and stout?

As a tiny pitch of light emerges,

The scenario changes.

Light gushes past,

As a big basketball arrives in the sky,

Darkness ends its beautiful journey,

Making way for the new rulers; light.

The faces excited following the so-called 'basketball',

Which now shines with all its might,

The birds come out with their excited whines,

The faces know, it's their turn to rise and shine.

And there, they rise with their stems so tall,

Looking at the sun shining with glory,

And with their petals so holy,

 Which were never seen before,

As the majestic sunflowers start their day,

Staring at the sun amidst the bay.