The way the sun flirts with the moon,
Following its path with out hesitation.
The way the moon teases the sun,
Threatening to undo hours of work
In just a couple of minutes.

How flowers can grow from the death of another,
The seeds of sorrow grow wet with tears.

Tears of the clouds who witness their actions,
Feeding its mirror to keep the hunger tame,
Parting for heat to resume it’s cycle.

Until everything becomes a chain reaction,
No new event is seen in the horizon.
Pairs taunt each other out of boredom,
Then boredom becomes life.
Life becomes unjust,
Depression is born.