The Life Cycle

Dear Diary George,

Early in the morning the sun comes up,

As a kid learns to drink water from a cup,

First the sky is dark and soon its colour changes to whitish blue,

As children dream to change this world by becoming a doctor, a professor or the head of the crew.

Then the clouds come into the sun's way,

The mind of the kid is impacted by what other's say,

Then the sun fights as they both play hide and seek,

The child struggles to find light in every creak.

No matter how much the sun tries,

No matter how much, in his rollercoaster ride the adult cries,

The sun eventually disappears,

The adult's heartbeat one no longer hears.

This cycle is common to all,

The ball that rises, has to fall,

The wise pull out lamentation arrows,

And learn to sing like the sparrows.