The seeds grew into trees
Drops of water made the seas
As days and nights did pass
The soil grew soft grass
April rain showers
Brought forth May flowers
The sun and moon dance through the skies in harmony
While the clouds and stars create the melody
The cycle of the seasons
The answers to questions
The stories of the universe
Are far and diverse
Everyone has a different story to tell
To whisper or to yell
But it's all a beautiful tale
That will never spare any detail
We all see things differently
But more recently
We have different views on how we came to be
But we fail to see
It never mattered
It never will matter
Because we all die someday
And buried six feet under a grave
So let us not focus on how we came to be
But why we came to be
We shouldn't focus on each other’s faults and mistakes
Rather, the details of what makes us
Different and unique from another
All of us are different from the other
But no matter how we live
We don't live forever.
Jayshuwa