Another day to begin,
Tomorrow's ray over the horizon.
An empty bed in the sun's glint,
Waiting for you to see what it meant.
Like the chirping chick in the nest,
How a flower grows in the ground,
Ignored by a familiar sound.
Meaningless without your heartbeat.
The blinding light-Gentle whispers in the air,
Sniffing the maple smell and seeing a pair...
Two eyes and a gentle smile,
Being lost in your for at least a mile.
My answer has been givien,
This is what it means to be liven.