In every blade of grass, a story

In every breath of wind, a song

In every heartbeat, a poem

But where did it all go wrong?

I miss my innocent faith

I miss my optimism

Time has become a shadowy wraith

My experience become a schism.

They say the ones who always look to the sun

Never see the shadows

I’m here to tell you both always exist as one

Still, neither matters.

The darkness is dark, cold and sad

And the sunlight is bright, warm and dry

Find the balance before you go mad

Remember to cherish love before you die.

No greater commandment,

No greater lesson to learn

Than that which says to truly love

and be loved in return.