Time

I’d rather be sitting under a tree,

With a book in my hand,

Increasing my lifespan,

Than being somewhere in the middle of a city,

Becoming old and fragile,

THE SUN

I’d rather be the sun,

Providing warmth and happiness to everyone,

And immersing itself into the sea every day,

Giving way,

For the moon and the stars,

To rise and shine brightly and make beautiful memories.

And oddly, there was a serene silence following the storm,

As the clouds gave way to the sun’s rays,

To illuminate the land below.

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