Complain
I'd like to complain,
About the birds that chirp in the morning,
About the puddles after the rain,
The annoying sound of cicadas
The blinding light of the sun,
The salty sea breeze that embrace my skin,
The little crabs that hide in the holes on the sand,
The smell of bread in the afternoon
And the howl of wild dogs at night,
I'd like to complain about the little things in life,
But I realized, they're exactly the reasons why I wake up in the morning
