Teardrops

Sunrise

Sitting by a mighty river,
I admired the lilies growing by,
Each more powerful and confident than the other,
As they look up at the sky.

The cuckoo sitting in it’s nest,
Consumed by its own cries,
As their dear loved ones,
Depart with miles to fly.

The water rippling steadily down,
Promising with lies,
As the rocks who were once mighty and strong,
Disintegrates and then dies.

But among all these who catch my eyes,
Is the sunrise,
For although it sinks everyday,
Still like its spirit it’ll rise.

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