A toast for the strong and valiant workers
A downpour for the lazy lurkers
A toast to the women that never give in to being the mutt
Of a dimwitted man whose head is caught in a utter rut.
A toast for the dedicated and greatful lovers
Yet a downpour to the unsupportive mothers
A toast to the successful and flourishing seed
That will grow to be a caring person as time shall lead
A downpour to the simple minded men with dreams
That are self-evident as to not going anywhere like stagnant streams
Why a downpour you ask?
Not to drown them in the purest fluid to drink
But to bring them up and deflect the opposite that makes them sink.
May the flowing gold be better than the dry and aging bronze.

There is nothing as precious as time
That changes at the toss of a dime
For who is to know
When push comes to show
If it is time that causes regret
If it is time that makes us forgive and forget
If it is time that makes us realize solitude
If it is hard times that makes us appreciate gratitude
If it is time that makes little precision
More valueable than tremendous demolition.

I hope for her to wake
For my loving heart's sake
I hope not that fate shall take
Her away from me at such high stake
I want to see her active eyes
Before the last cherry blossom dies
Loosing her is not to be expressed with the simplicity of "hard"
But by the soul-demolishing cuts of more than just one shard.