• From the moment the sun rises,
    To the second darkness falls,
    The words to describe the beauty of things
    is too much to recall.
    There are no simple answers.
    No petty explanations.
    Life is just so blissfully gorgeous.
    Words are a complication.
    Not a single thing in life or death,
    is a hideous face to bare.
    No broken heart, no happy child,
    no fragile, vacant stare.
    And as I sit here watching time go by,
    I wonder what the world would say if it had a voice.
    The simple things that bring us joy.
    But, remember, they’re our choice.