Dawn is upon us
The blue sky, the beautiful roses
Let us be appreciative
Of these gifts through our choices.
Whether we decide to write books
Or lyrical hooks,
Obsess over our looks
Or become crooks.
The lessons we learn in life
Are produced in a tandem of strifes.
So don’t think that if you don’t at an immediate relief arrive
Of what diminishes your hope to survive
In this constantly changing world,
Your death will be contrived of a vitality not revived
And pain like that from the whistle of a kettle of water boiled.
Be still and know
That death is inevitable
That our lives are short and the ultimate sin is to withhold
From the world the uniqueness we’ve been bestowed.
Dream, dream of a world unseen
A world where everyone has a right to claim
His or her path and, despite every chiseling chasm, the strength to maintain
For the inability to do this is like stringing yourself up by a rope.
And the world, with its immediate ability to cope,
Will go on without you realizing how you could have developed.
Dusk is upon us
The green grass, the gentle geranium
Let us be appreciative,
Be creative, have fun,
Be active while we are chasing the sun.