As the sun rises and falls,
A day of birth or death of a soul,
Gloomy, windy or sunny day,
I learn that people leave or stay.
As the moon hides and shows,
A life like waves — highs and lows,
Hot, luke warm, or cold,
A life you control or what is told.
New as a day; old as yesterday,
A feeling of sorrow or gay,
Soft as a pillow or hard as old dough,
People passing — come and go.
People leave. Move on. Live life and be happy.