dawn breaks, the moon is banished
the sun rises, the world awakens
its people hurry by, cacophony of noises
...nothing has changed
life goes on
it's hard to accept but losses are personal
the world doesn't weep with you
when a person dies, another takes his place
the pain of death and the joy of birth
they contrast greatly
but sadly related
for the creation of life is accompanied by
the question of death
but why?
outside it starts to drizzle,
a rainbow is formed but the heart still mourns..
losses are personal, life continues
but why does it have to be so?
