New Day

Good morning to my rising self,

It is a day to the reality, it is about consciousness,

The time to live for today before tomorrow,

The hope of the undefined event.

The last sunset I realized I have to live every second as a day,

The new moon has raised the night,

I hope it won't be three days of darkness,

For last time, it was for anger.

Thanks to the rising sun, thanks to the falling night,

There is hope for the fading leaves, and the shading plant,

The sound of the morning is a blessing from nature,

For a new day has come.