Words Can't Cover Me

The Scenery

I've never truly favored the sunlight, for I tend to stick to the darker side of things.
However, I do appreciate the way it is absorbed into the greenery and it makes such a lovely scenery.
Now I know that the moon's light also reflects against the leaves and roots to make a magical evening view.
Yet there is something much more entrancing than that mystical sight.
The sun doesn't just cast its rays down upon the plants, it becomes one with them.
The different gradients of the same effect.
As if they could never occur in the place or ever happen the same way ever again.
That's just how things are I guess.
The scenery changes.
It will always change.
Like the set for a play, you exchange the props and the lighting is altered and while you know it to be a certain place in your mind it will never be that place ever again.
Sometimes the stage lights fall and break, or land on someone and break them.
Sometimes the curtain will snag and your entire image will be destroyed by one small and what would seem minuscule situation.
Sometimes the props are misplaced or replaced.
Sometimes it doesn't feel the same or have the same effect as it used to.
But for some reason that scenery is still set in our mind as what will always be there because it was the first time it had any impact on us.
It was when that place mattered.
When the lighting, characters, props, and backdrops were all in perfect array.
That was when it mattered. And that will forever be what you see when you revisit that place. Or when you go back to theater to watch it again.
Because that's how it is.
How it will always be.
So accept the scenery and appreciate it while it lasts.