The sunlight beams through the clouds;
The brightly glistening flora sheds its crown.
Uniting in the tranquil meadows and vast fields;
Honeycombed with swarming bees and rabbit holes.
Roses love but beware the thorns;
Daffodils whisper of coming spring;
Poppies dream a great many things.
Thunder claps from high up so loud;
Lightning strikes from a darkened cloud.
Stars may wink last goodbyes;
And the Sun might just disguise.
The moon may shrink and come to a naught;
Man will realize late enough to shed a tear.
Universe shall then turn to dust;
Flora and fauna will waste away.
Man will then spend his time in darkness;
Hoping for a brand new day.