Rays of Hope

Just like the drops of dew

I feel so fresh & new

Just like the blooming sunflower

I sense the first day of light in early hour


My thoughts spring out from a bright room

I enjoy my days just like the first day in my mother's womb

While playing around the garden of Montessori

I still learn the true values in life's Monasteries


In worthless race, sometimes I run like mad

But the feel of racing, just makes me glad

In effective speech, sometimes I just don't talk

But the sense of being understood makes my walk


Every passing second, lets me to think of rushing hours

Every rushing hour, lets me to see the breaking days

Every breaking day, lets me to county my months

Every counting month, lets me to see through years - years of living


Little rays of hope

Made my nothing everything

And everything as my thing...