A poem about the cycle of life and the things that remain constant. |
Surreal The colourful sun rises on the cruel world Serene.Peaceful.Calm The wind blows sweetly and softly to a symphony of sounds. The birds sing happily, beautifully, all in tune with the melody of the rising sun. The cruel world is tranquil Serene.Peaceful.Calm Then man awakes! The disturbing sounds of engines and horns pollute the air While the children and adults scream in demented contrasts with each other. The cruel world has once again erupted, But the sun remains Serene.Peaceful.Calm Man is occupied Working, but still grumbling about what he is paid to do And his offspring feeling trapped in an environment filled with knowledge. The cruel world is discontented. But the earth surely remains Serene.Peaceful.Calm Man returns home or happily recreates Exchanging words and comparing the hardships of his life Yet still enjoying the benefits of his labour. The cruel world is winding down But the wind still blows Serene.Peaceful.Calm The colourful sun sets on the cruel world The wind blows sweetly and softly to a symphony of sounds The crickets converse uniquely, uniformed, all in tune with the melody of the setting sun. The cruel world prepares to rest Serene.Peaceful.Calm And the Cycle of Life continues……… |