The New Day

The flowers began to bloom,

Each with different colours,

Red, blue, yellow... And it went on,

Who painted those?

The painter is unknown,

May be the wind,

Gave it the look,

The confidence to shine,

And to glow with her humbleness,

The dew drops filled her,

With the beauty to shine,

And steal our hearts,

Who would have thought, 

She could smile at the boy, 

Who came to take her,

May be she took it as a new journey,

To a new life in the spring,

Say bye to the coldness,

A new day among the colours,

The colours of the people,

And their beauty inside.