How could I be sad

When the birds sing 

And chase each other 

In such ignorant glee?

How could I be sad 

When the air around me

Is sweet and fresh

And fills my lungs 

So gingerly?

How could I be sad 

When the trees that 

Sway in the morning breeze 

Have seen and will see 

So much more than what 

My tears are worth? 

How could I be sad 

When forever 

Is not a day 

And time barrels all the more

Quickly than our brains can

Comprehend? 

How could I ever be sad 

When I can wake up? 

Simply that,

I can open my eyes and see

The sun

And hear the birds 

And smell the ocean. 

How could I ever be sad 

When the universe sings 

Me to sleep amidst my tears?