What is done is done. We wave hello to the sun.
We never forgot about the moon. We need both
the fork and the spoon. The day may be gone,
and time may be flying, but I am still trying.
In the sky, I see birds bobbing and weaving.
I can’t take my eye off what is now leaving.
I loved, cried, and smiled in the past tense.
I live in the present where it just makes sense.
The memories stay as the past fades away.
The future is bright: I’ll be there one day.
The entire city was on fire.
Flames engulfed each building
and house. After centuries, people
left behind their homes, their old
lives. Traditions, history, stories
faded. Ashes were the only thing
left after everyone left. Although
the fire destroyed the past, hope
filled the hearts of the refugees.
They knew they had to believe.
The people rebuilt and gathered
a new understanding. They moved
to a new spot, and regained all
that was lost. They knew life had
to go on, and they weren’t wrong.
A beautiful new city rose from
the ground. They passed life’s test
once they put the past to rest.