Polaroid

This Is My World

Limbs of age and wisdom

                       limbs of life. 

They're dying, but it's alright because the rest of the world is dying too.

The suns burning too hot

                igniting us in the wrong ways. 

The nights are too cold 

               extinguishing the small hope in our minds that attempts to stay alive. 

The ground is too hard 

                nothing can be sowed. 

The plants are too soft 

                falling down with a single breeze blowing through.

The leaves, all bright and cheery, float off

                  leaving the branches bare. And dark. 

Dark, as If the branches understand what's happening.

We've only got a few moments left

                     a few moments to say goodbye. 

I don't want to regret it

                    I don't want to regret my life. 

I'll adapt to the changes and thrive.

The sun will shine its hot touch and I'll smile

                          the moon will shine its cold touch and I'll smile.

          Each a relief from the other.

This is my world and I don't want to hate it.