Sun and her children

Here, let me paint a picture. It is a slow winter morning and you are lazy-ing in your bed while some soft sunrays manage to peep in through the curtain gaps. Sunrays touch your skin but those gentle rays make you feel about being alive that day!

...

I felt my blood warming up,

I felt my skin glowing up,

I felt my heart growing flowers,

I had never felt that eerie power.

I tried to open up my gummy eyes,

To some surreal white n' blue skies,

To something our mother had sent for me,

Those mushy rays dancing all around in glee.

Suddenly the universe took a break,

As if the whole cosmos was at stake,

The rays scratched my skin for a message,

Said, "Mother wants to save you from wreckage."

Mother said,

"Your blood is as pure as some holy water,

You are a queen's child, my dear daughter,

You destiny is painted with the finest hue,

You are a part of me, and I am a part of you.

So trust and believe in what you've been through,

Because you woke up today, and this is brand New!"