The Way Of

Some day we plan, we decide

Some day we think, we worried

Some day we confused, we stressed

Some day we depressed,

We don't want day more.

But

The other day comes it's own way

A strange, unexpected

A bright, wonder

Full of fragrance, joy, colors.

A hope,

and smile on my own fears

As answer to all excuses

This may be a way of life,

A way to see the life.