Pages Of Life

The early morning grass crisp underfoot
Birds chirp in trees, as I watch and see
From the chimney above flys unwanted soot
I am writing this down, as I take this in and frown
It's weird how some places are just like a book
Which some people choose to read into, and some choose not to
And at times just choose not to look
Sometimes pages fray, but beautiful they can also stay
A bit like life in such ways
And a storyline can curve and twine
Unstable but interesting, makes our life define