29. Early Bird (e)

Early morning
The birds did not clap their wings
The sound of soft breeze caresses
The tree tops lazily stress

Blinking stars
In the cloudless dark sky afar
Fresh cool air cleanses my face
Stops the dream in deep space

Faint horizon
Removes the stars one by one
Crescent slides behind the mounts
Another day starts its count

Daily inquiries
Food? Cloths? Project? Money?
Essential elements to survive
Before poor life will be deprived

Xaysouvanh Phengphong
30 March 2012