Poem
What a beautiful day it is

Today is the day

As the sun glows above the hay

Tracing the earthly existence

Of this very new day

Too much for me to be filled

In this inexplicable field

The solitary place was utterly serene

For the place never lacked my identity in here

My presence was never useful in this temporary world

Let alone I have never been a fortunate maiden

To rule this world to show my fame

Never will I ever want to be like that sort of person

In exchange for this beautiful day

Why ruin my moment now exactly?

When I can have all the liberty in my hands entirely