Wake me up,
When the wind start molding the
streetlight poles with snowflakes,
I want to feel the coldness
of a frozen leaf on my palm,
_watch the fogs clads the pathways
at dawn and feel the smooches of an ice on my dark hair.

Wake me up to feel the warmth
of the scorching sun at a summer day
I want to feel the tap
of the burning sun on my chocolate skin
_watch the ray dries up the sweats
at my leisure centre
admiring the reflection of sunbeams
on my glass cups.

Wake me up
when the sun has walked down the horizon
I want to see the empty grey sky
Under the mango tree shade
While I savor the green leaves scents,
_saturating my nose with refreshing dusk breeze.

Wake me up
when the moon has set its anchor
I want to sit under its tent
_to steal a sight at the bluish sky,
adorning the sparkles
of its dazzling stars
and hear the tale of the living legend
from the whooshing winds
whose voice transcends
the chirps of the nighttime birds.