The rising of the sun each day, signals a new beginning,
From birth to adolescence, extending to old age and hair thinning.
When it sets for the close of day, it's beauty has no parallel,
At night while we sleep, the moon lights the path, while causing our oceans to swell.
The Sun and the Moon, daylight and darkness, oceans with waves that must crash,
A simple equation, that reflects all our lives, anything else, is nothing but trash.
A mother gives birth and happiness reigns, like the rays of the sun springing forth,
Excitement abounds, A new day has dawned, this life has no match in its worth.
Darkness descends like a thief in the night,
Confusion abounds at each turn,
Friendships castrated, lovers rebuked, its safer to light them and watch as they burn.
Destruction of self and the turmoils of life, they swell like the tide as it rises,
We wait for the crash, because all waves must break, regardless of difference in sizes.
Stop for a minute and think of the magic, guidance both day and at night,
A radiant Sun, majestic the Moon, an ocean of food no matter our plight.
Each and every one of us, must travel the path ordained,
Some are good, others indifferent, while some are so bad that they stain.
Regardless of the one you've walked, commonalities yet exist,
An open mind, and forgiving heart, attracts goodness no one can dare resist.
Apples and Oranges, Figs and limes, opposites beyond their true nature,
Yet purposeful they are, necessary for us, who cares of their difference in stature.
Forgive me for my ranting, it may not make much sense, the lines seem like many, yet they barely skirt the fence,
Look beyond the obvious, peer through the blinds you wear, decipher what seems wrong to you, Investigate pretense!!
Lancelot