Ironic Isn't It

In the woods somewhere

Fireflies finding their way to home

Illuminating the dark kept secrets

Trees admiring the beauty of night sky

Birds returning back home

Night engulfed in silence

Draped with a layer of Black

Dangerous yet elegant

Calm yet fierce

Luring my thoughts with its beauty

A beauty to die for

My thoughts trapped in ocean of emotions

From the day I have my first memory of

To the things I will do tomorrow

Falling in a vicious circle of thoughts

And yet I enjoy doing nothing

But recreating memories

Memories that we cling to for a lifetime

But don't live in it for that moment

Scrolling in our phones

But value only when it is passed

Ironic isn't it?