There is beauty, in the spring, when nature
is being born.
There is a certain beauty, in the fall, when nature
Oh how beautiful–
Is the contrast of the beginning and the end of life?
the two most crucial
Life is like poetry.
At times, it has steady meter and rhyme.
And you can clearly see,
Things have a consistent beat in time.
But other moments are just free verse.
Flowing from the poets mind.
Without anything rehearsed.
And the words are easy to find.
Life is poetic in many differing ways.
You can always transform your prose.
For moments sad or happy, there is forever a phrase.
Immerse yourself into your raw emotions and compose.
Find your song.
Write your story.
Do not fret when life goes wrong.
Feel the glory
Of the pain
And mollify your mind.
For at least your feelings haven’t drained.
And to emotion you are not blind.