This is another one from about 2008, when I was first starting to take writing a bit more serious.

From the wind that blows.
The quiet of a light snow.
With the Suns piercing glows.
All the animals do know.
The pain that we swallow.
Like trees we’re hollow.
As humans we follow.
Wherever water flows.
Before the sunset.
We try to do our best.
Generations never last.
We shouldn’t love the past.
Have hope for the future.
And hope for the present.
Tomorrow’s a new day.
But for some it isn’t.


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