What happened to the stories, left incomplete? To the words, left unsaid? to the feelings, unexpressed? What happenes to the wishes, you secretly make? to the sorrows you take? to the promises you keep,

Maybe it drowned with the paper boat you set on sail. Maybe it crashed, with the paper plane you flew. Maybe it decayed, With the fallen tooth you buried. Or maybe it flew, Away with the kite you lost.

The Leaves still must with the morning dew, A healthy shady day. With the rays of sun kissing trees, Few finding threir way to the ground. It was a perfectly lit up day. Birds singing their jingle, Together

The Sunflower always looks upto the sun. Even if the sun didn't turn up, even if the clouds fill up the sky, it still stands with a belief that no matter how bad the dats, the sun will surely turn up.

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