The beautiful dreams has come

The beautiful dreams has come true. The little cute birds are singing for you. The rays of sun are touching your beautiful eyes and disturbing you for wishing good morning.

Think of the flowers

Think of the flowers, the birds and the bees, Think of the friends that you have, Think of the fact that we are younger than trees. Think of the life that you have.

Stars grow old

My love that shall not die, till the sun grows cold, and the stars grow old