Here to contribute a verse

If there is something I never get bored of catching sight of, It is the nights being turned into mornings. The overwhelm lies in how dark can darkness get just before being shambled by shimmer of the first rays. It is in the beauty of the way the gloom agrees to give us just another opportunity. The way It succumbs to a new beginning for those who have been awaiting it and the way It knocks the door of those who have started smirking at possibilities. It is a proof that we may lag behind but not enough to drop our bundle, because while the day breaks, a new feeling of trust binds. It binds everywhere; In every leaf rustling in the morning breeze, in every ripple of water, in every dew drop on that grass, in the entire landscape. Nature to me is a stubborn kid who just does not understand that giving in is also a thing. Who refuses to listen to anyone, the kid who goes on walking ahead every day not even caring to stop to see how hurt her limbs might be. When I look at us, the grown u...