Everyday of the hour,
We always devour,
Something far.
The Sun...
Everyday of the week,
This is something,
That in the midst of the dryness we seek.
The Pour of Rain...
A season of the year,
When it comes
It's so hard to hear.
Winter...
Everyday of the week,
You take me away,
Really quick.
The Blow of the Wind...
It's the time that we fade,
And that they sigh at us,
At our graves.
Petals Falling....
The time that we die.
We wither.....
The time that they sigh,
The time that they wait,
The time that you miss me.
I bloom....
I live again....
You need me again...
You love me again.....
You long for me.....
Then life repeats itself....
-theSquishyPenguin-
