The wind was blowing,
The river was flowing,
It felt like a beautiful day,
But good things never really have a long stay.
For now, the birds continued to fly,
The voices of nature seemed to be reaching the sky,
Yet there was something about that day,
That made me feel it had not come to stay.
But all forces of nature depend on hope,
And many have used it to try and cope,
But the reality can never really hide,
And so I couldn't accept nature's rosy side.
They say all good things come to an end,
And so the storm came and with it new wounds to mend,
But it did not take away the ones that were old,
That's how I realized all that glitters is not gold.
Author: Chetana Rajesh
