Perfect!

As the sun rises on a new day

and the sunflowers gently turn its way

And open up their gallant faces

The perfect day starts in places

And we get up to the ring of the alarm,

and think why did the day start

We strive hard, and slog through the day

To achieve what we think could

Take us an inch closer to that condition

Which we might consider as perfection

We work thinking, 'its not the best'

We sit thinking, 'just a moment's rest'

We smile thinking, 'why should I stand tall?

When my life's not perfect to smile at all.'

As the sun dips in the placid sea bed

The sky is smothered in purple, azure and red

The combination of colours we may ache to achieve

Is laid out in front of us as the clouds act as a sieve

We lie down thinking tomorrow would be better

I'll write the report, I'll send that letter

I'll wake up an hour earlier and work a little late

I'll try and be more content with the date

And we sleep and dream of the perfect dream

And know that it will never come true

We wake up to think reality is different

Perfection can only in dreams be pursued

And as the birds leave their nest and fly in perfect formations

And the river flows its path for many generations

We smile at our desk and dismiss the thought

If a perfect day could ever be bought!

The silent cry

As the clock ticks on in a silent cry,

Seconds, hours, days and years pass by,

But this time when the sky lightens to blue

It makes history with the drop of a dew

People fall silent

Even the dogs do not bark

As the new era is born

In the light of the dark

And then there is a burst of joyous cry

As the era changes when the clock ticks by.

I think as I sit by my window side

How will this new day bring a change in the tide?

How will it change the river and its flow?

The tide as it rises, and then falls low.

If it does not, then why

such celebrations in the silence of the night?

When the needle ticks from left to right.

Man will not change

and neither will this night

That has fallen on him

and affected mankind

We would continue with our work whether black or white

And our souls will not be affected by the light

Then why such joy on the birth of a new day

If it doesn't change you or me in anyway?

It doesn't change me from a crow to a dove.

It doesn't make my heart an abode of love

Then what is the use of this new light born

If it doesn't change me and all my wrong?

It is just another day that will come and go by

As the clock ticks on in a silent cry.