There are days

There are days

when life is full of such beauty

and wonder

and everyone, everything is perfect as it is

and comfort is found in every face

every smile

every laugh, and frown, and warm hand

are like warming fires

the caress of sand

the bite of the breeze

the glistening eyes of every person who is unafraid

for there is no fear

no worry

all will go on, in the end

when the hatred

and mistreatment

and utter lack of caring for anyone or anything

is like death

creeping

asking would you like to join us?

what else have you to do?

where else have you to go?

who else must you try to be?

before you see that despite the effort

you will fail

and fall, lifeless

to the ground where you belong

as flesh

all will go on, in the end

when life is nothing more

than everything you believe it to be

and nothing less

than eveything you believe it not to be

and you decide

okay