Little Things mean mean a Lot
As the rise of sun makes the darkness out
In the wake of sobbing clouds,
Days which I had regarded as far cry
Had panned out with no sigh.
Clocks were ticking so furious,
Seemed as they got jealous.
Mr. Sun couldn't stand that
My rapture was radiant than him.
My father healed my pain of longing for his love,
Shuttlecock bounced back to either courts without fall,
I was intrepid enough to make him fail.
At an instant, It assailed the land by his side,
Rhythm of air whispered that i had nailed.
Millions of applauses within myself,
Yet no showoff.
On those Halcyon days of yore,
Even though my wings had been hold down to fly,
No wings needed to walk on sunshine
And no wings needed to be on cloudnine.
