THE GIFT OF LIFE.

I hear the loud voices of birds hovering around the roof of my hut.
The sun peeps in. And as i open my eyes. I see the bright and beautiful morning.

I hurriedly stand to my feet as i strech myself.
I look out through the little opening of my hut to see the dewy morning while i smile to the beauty of the whole creation of God

Just after that, the sour thoughts of the other day came back right through my mind

I began again to ponder and think over the horrible things of life.

Asking myself questions.
Why the world is beautiful outside but ugly inside. ??
Why people have to wallow in poverty without help or anyone to run to?

I began to think of what i would have become if i were rich.
Where i would have been if i were rich.

But i am not rich.
I am only a poor old man who has no source of happiness.
Living a boring and lonely life.
Without a family of my own.

Now the sun is setting and i'm still seated at the corner of my little hut thinking about life.

While i'm still thinking, i see the birds fly around while the cloud is darkening and suddenly one feel to the ground and never stood up again. And the rest continued to fly around till they rested in their nests singing till darkness covered the whole place.

Moving back to where i lay my old shaggered head, i think of just one last thought.
The gift of life.

And the only thing i could thank God for is for THE GIFT OF LIFE.

Peom by. Lyndha.