Lightning

Lightning is beautiful.

Many may cower at the sight

As I stand in awe.

Lightning is like people.

Beauty for one second,

Then gone the next

Leaving no trace but a memory.

Lightning is like friendship.

No matter how long a friendship lasts,

The memories are unforgettable

Bringing a smile upon faces.

Fallen Tree

Fallen tree

Once so beautiful,

Lay on the ground

For no one to see.

Fallen tree

Once stood tall,

Lay in the shadow

Still a mystery.

Fallen tree

Once loved so,

Still gives off

A hidden glow.

String of Beads

Life is a string of beads.

Black and white,

Yellow and blue,

Bright and dark.

They all have meaning.

Happy and

Sad,

Problems and

Solutions.

Friends and

Foes.

As a string can be long or short,

The maker can often decide

When their life ends.

They can chop it short,

Or experience more

And let the string of life continue

Until it continues no more.

Because although there can be many dark beads,

There are lighter beads coming.