Be

By Ariba Khayyam

I lay here on Soft and White,

Through the trees peaks the sunlight,

Reluctant to rise I wrap the petals closer & sigh,

but I hear the Voice from beyond the sky,

In such mornings I remember,

That I'm not here to simply sleep and wander,

That I'm not here to simply sleep and wander,

I still need to find the reason for my existence,

What I should do and what's its consequence,

I'm so little and I have yet to experience,

This world and the next one's brilliance.