Strange

Intricate bodies,

Complicated souls,

Each with emotions,

And random goals.

Hurricanes of difficulties,

On the mountains of stone,

Floods of sayings,

In the oceans they own,

Quakes of broken promises,

On the land over gold.

All of it,

And still that strong,

But unknown to themselves,

Strange.

However, at some dawn or dusk,

Will rise like a Sun,

Shall turn into a glare,

And the Moon will stare.

Then we will understand, the power of one's self.