Day

A new day starts,

yet changes seem microscopic,

as if the thin lens of the eyes,

see's so much,

with so little to describe,

The moment blossoms,

into a silent portrayal of peace,

where even love chooses to grow,

on invisible trees,

within imaginations,

A dream lost,

and found within the nothingness,

of beautiful colors,

as the day magnifies moments,

into adorable memories,

How far can we go,

if we choose to let age,

be just a number,

and live forever,

as elegant emotions walking,

as conscious human beings,

Being in the present,

and admiring the skydiver within us,

who loves to fly within the breeze of a beautiful day,

Maybe your smile is the inspiration,

which makes the day wonder?,