The Poetry of Life

The beauty of ME.

Have you ever stared at the sun?

Looked it in the eye?

Doesn't it hurt? Too much?

Isn't it crazy how the light makes you go blind?

How sad could the sun be,

A gorgeous ball of gold.

The brightest star in the sky

Yet alone.

Have you seen those deserted trees?

As lifeless as they seem

Not a leaf, no birds chirping

Those lines of black, which were once green.

Alone they stand,

Through the rains and storms,

Lifeless, at the strike of day

Lifeless, as the night falls.

Have you ever witnessed an evening,

When the sun is about yo rest it's head?

When the sky bursts out, to bid farewell,

into a hundred shades of red?

Have you seen this sun

Through that lifeless tree

The branches breaking the light

Into patterns never seen.

Isn't it surprising how easily

These two "sad" entities

Merge together in that perfect moment

To create a perfect scene?

In that moment i see myself

In the red, in the blue, in that lifeless tree

For everything that used to pull me down

Today completes the beauty of ME.