Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Sun rise Sun set




He used to be a rainbow

Now, he's just a cloud.

The sun doesn't shine through him

He failed, it grew too proud.

From colour and jubliation

To filled with ansgt and woe,

From morn to morrow he journeys

The sun is now his foe.

He rains on others beauty

He mourns for the yesterday

When light and life were on his side

And awesome was his way.

Don worry, say i to him

for happiness is just that-

A momentary dance with luck

Who leaves, but then comes back.






No comments:

Post a Comment