The sun rises..
New moments occur..
Time passes..
New thoughts to ponder..
Apologies in words, lay in mere sound..
Nothing left, when the day turns,
The sun sets, emotions rest..
What happens today, what happens next..

Love grows, like the branches of a tree..
Always strong, tender at the same time..
Phases walk, through night time embrace..
The forest cries..the light fades..

The sun comes out, a tear slides down..
the plant savors it's bright gown..
the new sensation..a promise from afar..
Never should the light go again, never, too far..

the light embraces the forest, and then says goodnight..
midnight arises..

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Valnuary, in the year 285 AF.