Sun Birth

The sun birth is time of smile
With the swaying of the trees
And melodies singing of the birds
Words from the leaves
As they are blown by the wind
Rythmaticaly dance their move
Without any better word and cry
A bright day comes to sight
Yesterday packed its bags and went away
The new day awaits like a gladiator in the arena
The day then comes in its place seated
Whereas the future asks, "can i stay innocent "