the cycle

Night falls, sun rises, earth revolves, rain pours,
and the stars twinkle, so my eyes glow.
Flowers bloom, birds chirp, wind sways,
and the whole nature sing - a - long.

So beautiful, so good, so refreshing
how you see love moves the mountains.
Everyday it continues to grow,
You already know where things fall.

Yesterday is a history, today is a gift,
and tomorrow is a dream, to see the caterpillar flying.
You can't add more colors for the painting,
You can't wish more of what is not in the drawing.

Mountains must be high, trees must be green.
Love must be real, the love that you feel.
Roses are red, skies are blue,
You can't change what is real, of what you wanted it to be.

And the world must not be changed by forced
and you should go with the flow,
because you shouldn't expect what you want,
but be greatful to have what you don 't expect