With every eve, there comes a tomorrow.
With every storm, a change in growth.
With every tide, a single drop of water will first touch the sand.
Every rainbow has all seven colors,
Every year all twelve months.
There isn’t a year that misses a season,
Though they’re not quite as they use to be.
There’s absolute events in this journey of life, ones we
Just come to expect…
But, why when it comes to happiness and trust,
Love and relationships… do we question the universal design?
It’s human to error
But it’s maturity to learn …
And wise to keep learning…
Maybe one day, we’ll fall back into synchronization
With the expectations of natural events…
And we’ll all live in peace.