A sunny day synchronizes with one of a devious path.

A steady tug of war they play.

For no reason comes to mind as to why they combat and unwind.

Ferocious beasts release upon the marking on the cement.

Six feet under goes past faces and 50 feet above spirit goes places.

Motionless

Unbothered.

Completely hazy as to why.

Because when sunny day gets blown away,

the flowered hearts once watered are now dry.

Dominoes each blow plastic smiles and fall asleep for dreary years.

For a day of ferocious beasts, no longer come the tears