Alive

I am just a sad soul.
I wake up in the morning,
go to sleep at night.
I exist, just as a sad soul.

Only when life demands more,
something I look forward to,
and when the lightning keeps striking,
like its about start pouring,
I start to feel alive.

Only then, with every breath I take,
and every moment that I am awake,
I strive for success,
and the earth starts spinning again.

And then when I see the
flowers start blooming,
when I feel a soft wind blowing,
when I hear the birds start singing,
like the storm was never there to begin with,
just for a bit,
everything seems okay.