i wonder why? all people write about is love that they couldn't find.
all they write about is grief and pain
and none sees the greatness in each day
no one sees the love that sun spreads every day
over the horizon,in a magical way.
all they see is loss and failure,
none sees the magnificent forest and its treasures.
why?why? focus on mortal love
that gets tired of you,
when you have waves touching your feet,
day in-day out never getting tired of being with you.
