Few survive, many are slayed

As I sat down beside my window
The only sound I heard was that of the birds
Wispering beautiful melodies in the cold morning
Birds of different colors singing like a choir
As the cold morning wind spread like a wide fire
I thought repeatedly
if only the rest of the day could be as calm as the early mornings
Every day is a battle
And without a proper plan battles are lost
When you become scared it's even worst
Out through my window I saw men and women
Moving their feet forward continuously like soldiers matching forward to the battle field
Then I thought about it, battles unplanned leads to failure
And only the bold can take the lead
The battle of life is certainly not for the weak.

Some people get it wrong
but the truth is It favors the strong
I have seen people being described with great words
Others with lesser words
Truly the battle favors those who are bold enough to draw out their swords
Life requires a plan of action
But only few have kept to this tradition
The lion swings into action with boldness
Not because it is the strongest
But because it has a proper plan
These are the words I perceive the birds were wispering into the cold morning
So remember these words when you wake up from your bed yawning.