“Born to Move” by Eureka C. Bianzon

Every day I listen to the horn made by our car

My father was ready to go on and travel far

My mom was cheerful cleaning the surrounding place

With her broom moving all the dried leaves away

Oh sweet day winds wandering the place

From the opened window direct to my face

A happy morning wears by the day

A gift from God when the night passed away

A walk of life with common task to play

Virtue of human to move day by day

For all the challenges we shall need to obey

Time will come hardships will be paid off one day

The brightness of this day made a beauty up from Heaven

For us His beloved children every task is given

Oh what a wonderful day full of melody

Songs of birds on those trees dance with harmony

We are born to move to spell the meaning of life

An extraordinary gift every human must abide

Every day’s breath is a magic

Every morning light is life’s sweet music