Apr 2013
The moon will always rise
The sun will always set
Life is full of mass regret
Redundant
The rain continues to pound
The leaves always wither
There's never anyone around
Repetitious
The clouds float by
The breeze gently cools
Another day, another cry
Repetitive
The flowers bloom
The torrents flow
Yet narcissistically consumed
Over and over and over
The sun will always set
Life is full of mass regret
Redundant
The rain continues to pound
The leaves always wither
There's never anyone around
Repetitious
The clouds float by
The breeze gently cools
Another day, another cry
Repetitive
The flowers bloom
The torrents flow
Yet narcissistically consumed
Over and over and over
Nature suggests that our tiny problems are minuscule and insignificant. We need to be reminded to get over it, see the bigger picture, and enjoy nature and life while we and the sun still is rising! It always will; we won't. Forgive me if I repeated myself in this poem. Haha
