Nature
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Bronte Cheeseman
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Poetry
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2021
Nature has its own music.
A song that makes willows weep and flowers cry.
A song of misery and sorrow. Pain and loss.
But it also has a song that makes the sun shine and birds sing.
A song of happiness and joy.
But not everything is so black and white.
There are greys in between, of dying but not dead. Living but without reason.
Moments of happiness that shrivel into tears.
Life goes into death. Sometimes quick, sometimes slow.
An inky blackness darker than the darkest night.
But from death, comes life.
A light brighter than the sun.
And life unto death and so on, and thus is the cycle of nature.
Light, dark and everything in between.
The way of nature.