She keeps her Fist clenched , To keep the sunshine That she was born with intact ! She's been touched By the frost of glaciers , That singe her skin .. Over and over again . And that's when she learnt To open her hands a little , To let the sun kissed rays Bring some color back into her Each time life leaves her colourless . She knows that the only Way to be happy ..... Is not to resist life's flow . To make space for something new , You need to first let go . What's life ? She often wonders . Is it all about what she has ? Or about where she reached ? Neither . It's all about how she feels About her own self , As she connects .. With her inner being . At a certain age one realises... /What's meant will always stay And what's not ... will walk away/ Life is precious .